Here, I will beHere, I will be2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
When the time will come,
When our hearts finally meet.
In the past,
My heart had been broken,
Broken so many times,
That the pieces of glass, Were so small,
They couldn't be pieced together.
You did something that was
You gave me a new heart,
A heart without any bruises,
A heart without any bends,
You gave me a heart,
That is so brave,
It glows bright,
So bright, That I am no longer afraid,
Afraid of my fears from the past.
In the past,
I would have never thought that such a thing,
Would be possible,
But that is love,
Love is something that amazes us,
Its powers are so unparalleled,
That we can't even begin to understand,
What lies behind the word, Love.
It is so powerful it gives us something that escapes us, Bravery.
Here I will be,
Waiting for you,
Hoping to find the answer,
To what Love truly is.
The person I will love,
Look at me,
Our appearance may be different,
Our levels of Bravery are differ
Choice Libertarian Quotes"Government seems to operate on the principle that if even one individual is incapable of using his freedom competently, no one can be allowed to be free." -- Harry BrowneChoice Libertarian Quotes6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Throughout history, government has proved to be the chief instrument for thwarting man's liberty. Government represents power in the hands of some men to control and regulate the lives of other men." --Barry Goldwater
"The nine worst words in the English language are, 'I'm from the government and I'm here to help.'" --Ronald Reagan
"The constitution is an instrument, above all, for LIMITING the functions of government." --Barry Goldwater
"There is no such thing as a good tax." --Winston Churchill
"It's wrong for someone to confiscate your money, give it to someone else, and call that 'compassion.'" -- Harry Browne
"Collecting more taxes than is absolutely necessary is legalized robbery." --Calvin Coolidge
"We don't have a trillion dollar debt because we haven't taxed enough; we have a trillion dollar debt because we
The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An Angel on this Field of Ice,
I hesitantly step on this,
Field of Ice.
This surface of ice,
It is but the most slippery,
Field of ice.
I try moving slowly,
On this surface of ice,
But my Crooked skates,
Knock me off balance.
As I start to fall,
For the very first time,
I accept help,
And In no time,
A hand catches me within the fall,
She catches me from my misery,
And helps me escape the pain,
Field Of Ice.
With the sweetest voice,
Asks me,"Are you OK?",
Even though I seem afraid,
I nod aimlessly,
While I reach for her fragile hand,
I grab her hand firmly,
With the the grip even death itself,
Knows to be too tight.
This grip is,
And Almost unbearable.
Even though it is so hard,
For her to bear,
She continues to hold my hand,
Helping me inch forward on this slippery,
Field of Ice,
At first we move slowly,
But our speed gradually increases,
She lets go,
Telling me, "I will be back"
I watch her c
Let Me InWhen I saw that you were upset, I asked you, "What's wrong?"Let Me In3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You look at me and say, "Nothing." Why won't you tell me?!
You're my best friend! Please let me in your life! Please
I hate being left out! I go back to my music in silence just like you
I whispered these words hoping that you would hear,
"I care for you big brother. Please "
You don't answer back. I guess that you don't hear me.
If I disappeared, would you remember me?
Do you care for me? I seem to care for you!
Tears filled my eyes, but I don't dare cry.
I can't do anything. I am just a girl.
A girl who is just sitting there on the stairs listening to music.
Just over there away from you and close to the edge.
Just over there moving even closer to the edge
I bow my head
My tears fall slightly and silently.
How I became a fan of SnapeHow I became a fan of Snape4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This was originally an email to Brooke Hollis. It turned out to be my life-story of how I became a fangirl of Snape and Rickman. Enjoy reading
" My name is Brooke Hollis. I am children's literature graduate student and Expository Writing instructor at Kansas State University and am currently doing a study on portrayals of Snape's character in different mediums (novel, film, video games, etc) and the character's rise in popularity.
I was wondering if you might be able to tell me a bit about when you became a fan, why you like the character so much (I, too, am a big Snape fan!), etc.
If you can answer these questions at all it would be greatly appreciated and helpful for my paper.
Thank you so much for your time ! "
11 November 2010
8 Days till the Deathly Hallows I premier
At first, I hope you don't mind I just called you Brooke. Since I expect every Snape fan to be a sort of
Kid's Mom Soul Eater Fanfic 3Kid's Mom Soul Eater Fanfic 33 years ago in Drama More Like This
All saved back to the mission, but nobody knew what would be the village since they failed to meet the witch and not capture it.
Kid with Lizz and Patty returned to the mansion shinigami when carrying the bag moves.
The bird they found out in the woods and lands on top of the head of the Kid.
Phoenix: chirp chirp ^^
Kid: It seems that he followed me ...
Phoenix; Chirp ^^
Patty: he likes you Kid
Lizz; so cute! so cute! ^^
Shinigami: Kid-kun ^ ^ * with his usual happy face
Kid; honorable father
Shinigami stands, auns feet as if they were petrified ... or something
Shinigami-sama: Kid-kun where did you get this bird?
Kid: He followed me up here
Kid, honorable father?
Shinigami-sama: it's not, continue with your tasks
Kid makes a yes with your head and get further into the mansion and was followed by Lizz and Patty
Phoenix Kid's head, looking back, glared at the Shinigami
Shnigami moves his hand
Teach me war"Old man, please listen to meTeach me war3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've come to pray you from far away
A hero like you I want to be
Old man, please be my master
teach me to become like you, you I pray
Please make me stronger, tougher, faster.
Old man, turn me into a knight
I know of war that is coming soon
Please, I beg you, teach me how to fight."
"Young one, I refuse to.
With an old man as sad
as me do not get too mad."
"Old men, what did you just say?
Am I not strong enough for your boon?
Why, why are you sending me away?"
"Young one, I won't teach you.
There is no doubt you are strong.
But my reason, you got it wrong."
"Old men, I beg you tell me why!"
"See the crows in the sky!
They feast on corpses after battle
where men were slaughtered like cattle."
"A battle? Tell me then, who won?"
"The vermin feeding on
the men who for glory were slain
Oh, they all died in vain."
"Old men, I don't want to hear
anymore." - "The battle I don't fear
Under The Murky WatersChildren of the first sinner,Under The Murky Waters2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dragging his filthy soul at his tail.
He does not dare to look up
Where God's face resides.
Walking the earth; a pack of wild dogs
Scavenging the last pride,
Snatching what is left of mercy.
Down creatures, leeches in the murky waters.
Always on the move to a new pure land,
Hunting down every butterfly wing,
Slaughtering every young green bud.
Children of the massacre, slaves of the cannon
You have your hands down my throat,
Your knife sliding down my spine,
You say: "Keep your smile and greet Humanity"
I swallow the rocks; I wave for my brothers
I fell, I died , they walked over me,
Upiorny blask wolnosciAutor: HeidiUpiorny blask wolnosci2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Fandom: Axis Power Hetalia
Paring: sugerowany RusPol
Ostrzeżenia: chaotyczne, tematyczne, angstowe
Bardzo dziękuję Soracie za przejrzenie tekstu! <3
Upiorny blask wolności
Roztoczyli przed nami...
Imperium nad księstwami!
Medale z orderami...
Zwinął się w kłębek i przykrył głowę poduszką. Męczyły go niechciane myśli. Jak to możliwe, że wciąż pamięta, że słyszy tamten czas?
- Co się dzieje?
- Nic – wymamrotał w materac.
- Na pewno?
- Tak – uciął.
Niemal widział trybiki pracujące w głowie Warszawy i ucieszył się, gdy drzwi cicho się za nią zamknęły. Chciał być sam.
Rozkazali za nami
Zabić karabinaMinami granatami
- Feliks! Felek, na Boga, gdzie jesteś?
Krzyki rozlegają się wokół niego. S
Brothers In Blood Pt. 26Brothers In Blood Pt. 264 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
****THIS IS A TWINCEST FIC!!! MEANING TWIN BROTHERS WHO LOVE EACHOTHER AND SCREW!! (eventually anyway) IF YOU HAVE A PROB WITH IT, DON'T READ. SIMPLE AS THAT!! Also, if you don't like gore or bloody, violent sex that goes beyond what's acceptable in BDSM - then don't read!!!***
"He's a cute pet to have about." She mentioned within his earshot.
"He's not a pet mama." Lleu rolled his eyes before turning and watching his lover walk away. "He doesn't need a litter box or to be taken on walks."
"He seems the walking type. You know walking him outside then shagging in the bushes." Lelandra shivered her entire body, "I'm happy you found him."
"The garden shed actually." The youngest kit countered, wrapping his arm around his mother and pulling her close. "We kind of found each other." He turned Lelandra back towards the cabin. "Now about those books . . ."
"Oh really? Are you that interested in them?" She sighed, "You have other things to worry about."
"Like what?" Lleu turned them around the
Offers of Caramel"It is not at all hard to imagine how you must feel Comrade." His voice is calm and smooth as silk. I am sure he is putting it that way on purpose. How irritating.Offers of Caramel4 years ago in Settings More Like This
Ivan's eyes, violet and cold, penetrated my own stare with a vibrancy I like. It is... alluring. "After all, it is your fault they do not like you."
Hmm... he's playing this game again? I tilt my head and feel a small smile spreading across my lips. He still hadn't seen the syringe in my hand....
"Whatever do you mean Ivan?" I ask quietly. I always spoke quietly, but why I did when I was screaming inside, I would never know.
He chuckled that cute laugh he always had. So easily he hid his true intentions, I almost envied him, but there really is no need to, as I have also mastered his skill. "Because Matvei." He replied. He was sitting on the wall, crushing the cobwebs I took ages to set up properly and he really didn't care that he had messed them up.
Oh how I wanted to choke him there, but he was still so
Who she isShe's so tiredWho she is3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tired of being upset
Of hating herself
When was the last time she looked in a mirror
And thought the girl staring back
That she was worth anything
Anything at all
The last time she felt truly loved
That she was needed
So lost now
In her worlds of fantasy
Where she is who she always wanted to be
She forgets who she really is
Always looking back
On what went wrong
What she lost
So many lies she has told herself
That not even she knows what is real
Gave up what she believed in
Because every night when she prays not to wake up
She would open her eyes to a new day
Looking in the mirror a monster stares back
One with tears running down its face
Wishing it was brave enough
To be itself and love who that is
Or at least have the courage to end it
To lay down
And give in to endless darkness
future loversnot ordinary confidants, but perfect strangers.future lovers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To Darwin, on Hearing of the 22 ChronometersDid the ticking drive you mad?To Darwin, on Hearing of the 22 Chronometers3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Twenty two clocks to tie you
to Greenwich, to the damp land,
to the paved streets and spires
and the blank glazed windows
of progress and age? Did time
become fathoms deep, and the
dwindling abyss transform to
thoughts of deep, deep time?
The blind eyes of bottom dwellers,
the feelers of those that survived,
the wellings of primordial soup
perhaps flavoured your thoughts.
(you never saw them. We know
you never saw the elemental broth,
the creatures like to dinosaurs
in a Blackpool of phosphorescence.
But the mystery, perhaps. The thought
that things exist beyond your imagining.
The thought that time stretches, deep
and wider than the books all told.
Perhaps that ocean thought stirred you.)
And when you thought of long
lived turtles in their shells and short
lived finches with precision beaks,
did you think of second hands and hours,
the life of a gnat and a continent,
the age of the rocks on which the
lizards sunned? Did, perhaps, each
OpeningOpening4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Petals, bathed in cosmic
Suffer1Suffer5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You suffer now, the blow is fresh.
You are suddenly adrift on a
wild sea of uncertainties. The flesh
that clothes you seems to be
familiar, but now it is dumb, Your
heart is probably still beating, yet
it's become insignificant.
a neglected metronome.
It seems you have been sentenced
to an impoverished life. Aground
on an unfamiliar shore, you have
nothing to anticipate but empty
mendicant days until that metronomic
clack is finally stilled.
to err is to learn is to love:i'll be your spelllcheck,to err is to learn is to love:5 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
if you keep making mistakes
you want me to fix.
i'm not narcissistic like that Bundy guylust gushes through my guti'm not narcissistic like that Bundy guy2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
shuddering my soul.
i cannot know the power
if i never let it go.
little ladies, how they tease,
young and precious peaches.
i love to see their eyes go wide.
i long to hear their pleadings.
afterward, the detail work,
past the slash, the flow of blood,
Dexter scores no points on me.
post-carnage clean-up calms my mood.
i'm sorry for the ruin and rape,
the stunning blows, the bruising tape.
torture! murder! sin! sin! sin!
i promise i'll never do it again.
cross my heart and hope to die;
my thirst is dark, but i won't lie.
llp - dA - jan2013
be a friendIn the last hot momentsbe a friend5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
slamming a door
in your face,
I like to say things
No one will
dress your heart
like a king or crawl
into your words like they are
coffins and sleep,
like they knew
what that meant. Yeah,
I'd also say something
a lot like
for that one,
if you're going to
like a potted
could you just
sing to me
If I lifted my head
any higher, I'd say
my tits are bigger,
my legs are better
roads to drive on,
& I even wear
a hungry cat.
But if I wanted to be
real, I'd say
a girl's a little
molding at the
edges a little,
pumping the fire
in a little house.
Be a friend,
stay home today.
shallowit's not your beautiful faceshallow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that i love
it's how you ruin it
retiring undefeatedif consciously knowing the ending is coming,retiring undefeated2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
take pleasure in holding to grace past the passing;
it's one final victory well worth the winning,
taking one's measure while taking one's leaving.
llp - jun2012 - dA
A Pound of FleshIn the cracking crystal in your eyes,A Pound of Flesh4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a Daphne deflowered,
to the dogs.
I saw you peering at your self
before a mirror;
a heavy absence in that place
where your right breast
You knew, then, what was at stake:
what you'd forsake
atop that table
and what would be left
half your womanhood,
all your tragedy,
and not an ounce of hope.
the difference is in the labelThe only thing that separatesthe difference is in the label5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love and Lust
i s t h e p r i c e t a g
WaywardI feel so sickeningly slowWayward3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as if the air is liquefied and
every breath is swamping me
and when my feet spill onto ground
the Earth keeps turning away.
I come with nothing but hope
but find nothing but your body.
I run in search of a semblance of soul,
but all I find is silent scenery.
I stop at a blackening tombstone
uncertain where to turn.
I touch my bones and skin,
the absence of meat alarming.
Again I pound the pavement, the street
swiftly streaming by like bits
and misplaced pieces, everything else
I lost my face down by the waterfall,
staring too hard for my reflection.
I lost my heart somewhere over the Atlantic,
leaning out for a glimpse of reason,
but it was far too dark to find one
or retrieve the other.
I run, I run, I run,
but I remain