Pour VousIn your head, you are never alone.Pour Vous6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is never an echoing emptiness when you
Think of old, blood-stained memories
Or of conversations past,
Though they have all lost their sound
And the emotion that they once held.
"It is wrong," they mutter to you,
"To be at home inside your skull."
They tell you that the only way you can be
Free is if you unstitch your lips
And speak to people who just don't understand.
"But is it wrong," you wonder,
"To want to tear your skin apart
So that you may prove at last that you are
Just as human as they are?"
"Is it so wrong to only feel lonely when
You are surrounded by them and
Their obsession with perfection?"
"Is it wrong to think a little differently
To someone who will never know normality?"
In your head, you are never
A l o n e.
Russia -Ivan- FactsTen Russia[Ivan] FactsRussia -Ivan- Facts6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
1. "The Russian flag used to be white with a single blue stripe until Ivan discovered the lead pipe and decided to pay Latvia a visit."
2. "Regan didn't tear down the Berlin wall. Russia just uses that as a metaphor for taking Germany's virginity"
3. "Russia decides when it's time to D-d-d-d-d-d-d-d-duel, not Yugi"
4. "It's cold in Russia not because of it's geographical location but because Vanya's smile scared all the happy thoughts away"
5. "Russia's scarf is pink not because he likes the color, but because he stole it from a baby Lithuania"
6. "Russia can't have a heart attack, he attacks the hearts"
7. "America didn't buy Alaska from Russia, he just took one step closer to becoming one with him"
8. "When you pwn newbs with the Hammer in SuperSmash Bros. you're actually unleashing the wrath of Ivan's proletariat"
9. "Russia carries a sunflower because the Russian word for 'flower', muka, sounds like mooka, the Russian word for torture"
10. "That tingling from
Burden of ProofLet us, for a moment, assume that I exist.Burden of Proof8 years ago in Humor More Like This
That would be most convenient, since I am the guy writing this. If I dont exist, then I am not writing this, and you are reading something existentially impossible. So, if you would be so kind to agree on the fact of my mere existence, Id be much obliged.
And, let us assume that Time, and the Universe, are infinite.
A bit of a stretch, I know, but read Stephen Hawkings A brief history of Time and you will be convinced of this fact. Either that, or your brain has melted. Either is equally possible.
As a logical conclusion, every possible chance in an infinity of time is a mathematical certainty.
Of course. If there is a chance that something will happen, and the chance is repeated an infinite amount of times, it is bound to happen some time, sooner or later.
And it doesnt matter if it is sooner or later, because we have an infinite amount of time to spare. Its like flipping a
The Players' EpilogueSUPERFLUOUS CHARACTER X: That was all very well, of course; exceedingly tragic, you know, positively heart-wrenchingThe Players' Epilogue8 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
SUPERFLUOUS CHARACTER Y: I wouldnt go that far.
X: But what about us? I mean, what are we, pond scum or something?
Y: I do believe were the comic relief.
X: No farewell speech, no rending cry of pain at the end of lifenothing but a snicker from that brat of a protagonist in celebration of his infinite cleverness at having our poor heads whacked off instead of his own. He, of course, gets two pages of script on which to elaborate. And what do we get? Diddly. As usual.
Y: I would have been happy with a short monologue. You know, earlier on.
X: (Sighing.) But, alas, it could only have been a dialogue of sorts. For we are but Siamese twins in this grand play of life. Where one goes, the other must follow closely on. What one says, the other must echo in due fashion.
Y: Siamese twins? But were
X: I was being metaphorical
A Liar's Excuse"Dare you to jump" (You think you can)A Liar's Excuse6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A suicidal praise
To steal words of the mockingbird
To try and win with 26 royal flushes with only 2 cards
And one erected finger in defiance. "Dare you."
Slumbers to invoke dreams of
Illusionists and Jokers
Who do you think you are? Interrupting one's dreams
Bring yourself to a secluded world, dragging others in
Place that rusty, bloody object on your head! Crown your self queen of this corn
And of me
You seem to have an everlasting fountain
With cheery clothing
Blue eyes with violent, witty intent
Your soul is waving and slapping ever so greatly against my individualism
So breathe like it was your first and first among this world
Let the air make you fly then drop you cold and useless in your delirium
"You deserve it."
Don't stop until the northern lights become your cape
The stars your jewelry
Because you know you're worth it
Oh so worth it
Even if the other damn you, like me
So eternal bliss fall to your feet
Even Angels FallHey...you.Even Angels Fall7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Yeah, you. Don't give me that look. I'm just talking to you, amn't I? You look sad, and I thought telling you I'm sad too would help. Or that everyone around you is crying secretly.
I know that your life is hard, but you're not the only one with some heartbreak. Everybody has some thing that they keep locked inside, something that breaks them down.
Don't believe me?
Fine. Let me tell you some stories.
See that girl over there? The pretty one with the blonde hair and blue eyes, small nose, tan skin? Carrying her math book, talking to a small posse of laughing girls? They're heading for the benches, and they're smiling like they don't have a single worry. She's one of the popular girls, isn't she? Therefore, she must be the happiest girl on earth.
Actually, she's not.
Look at her. She's skinny, right? A bit too skinny. You can count her ribs, can't you. It's because of what her mother said.
She called her fat, you know. That girl took it to heart, and she's starving herself. H
The LionSometimes, I just want you toThe Lion7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dont be hurt. Just understand. Understand the nuances in my timid voice. Understand how I can't reach out to hold you up. Understand that you were always supposed to be my strong one. Understand that when I rest my hand in your rough palm Im remembering how long Ive been for you
and for you only
Sometimes, I just want you to
Not because you
Guide to Fantasy CreaturesA Field Guide to Fantasy CreaturesGuide to Fantasy Creatures10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Banshee - A woman, dressed in white, who makes appearances to sing or recite poetry the night before a loved one is to die. Until very recently (when new legislation was introduced to protect consumers) life insurance companies frequently cancelled policies upon reports of banshee sightings. Great care must be taken to distinguish between banshee singing and banshee yodeling, as the latter merely indicates that you will, at some point tonight, accidentally ram your shin into the coffee table.
Basilisk - The origin of the phrase "If looks could kill." The basilisk is a small lizard-like creature hatched from the egg of a serpent. It secretes a venom so toxic that not even Keith Richards can survive it, and even its gaze is instantly deadly. Consequently many modern, peace-loving basilisks are forced to wear blindfolds in order to have any interactions with normal society; even so they have difficulty securing Prom dates, and are fr
You're SpecialYou know what I love? People who lie. People who speak half-truths and quarter-truths and sometimes ten-and-a-fourth-truths. All those ugly, stupid people. People who compare you to a summer's day or a flower because they love you.You're Special8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Well, I love you, too.
I love you lots and lots. I promise you. And you should believe me because I tell you. Not because I SHOW YOU with actions or because I do anything for you. Just believe me because I will spend a minute and a half every now and then to give you a two-thirds-truth that suggests something about the way you look or the way you make me feel. I'll maybe write a paragraph and a half so that you understand, so you look at me and think, Yes. I believe. Do you believe? Because I don't.
Oh, you're so special! You're so GOD DAMN SPECIAL! But you're only SPECIAL right NOW because I SAID you were so freaking SPECIAL. And in a few d
Ad parodyLosing your wallet - $150Ad parody7 years ago in Humor More Like This
chipping a tooth - $100
finding out your pregnant.
For everything else, theres guns.
Tribute to the Smooth Criminal"Believe it or not, there was an age where Michael Jackson was a god."Tribute to the Smooth Criminal7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
~Douglas "The Nostalgia Critic" Walker, Moonwalker Movie Review
"I think Dave Chappelle said it best: he made...Thriller."
~James "The Angry Video Game Nerd" Rolfe, Moonwalker Game Review
"Michael Jackson buries them all!"
The music world lost a legend today...
At one point, he was considered a god among men.
He serenaded the world with his smooth voice...
Dazzled the world with amazing dancing skills...
And won over the hearts of millions.
Now...all of that is but a fond memory.
As the King of Pop...has died.
Though he may be gone in flesh and blood,
His soulful spirit will continue to live on.
Aspiring musicians and music artists will carry the torch,
And older music vets will, somehow, pay homage to him.
RIP Michael Jackson - August 28th, 1958 to June 25th, 2009
DA2: ArachnophobiaTitle: ArachnophobiaDA2: Arachnophobia5 years ago in Humor More Like This
Takes place mid Act 2. Very slight spoilers up to that point.
It was another cave. Why so many of Hawke's missions, whether for profit or goodwill, had to end in a cave, Fenris had no idea. After a while, they all seemed to blur in his memory and began to look the same. He could almost predict that around the next corner, there would be another large cavern
Sure enough. The passage opened up.
Fenris shook his head. It wouldn't do to become too complacent and not be mindful of the surroundings. For instance, he had to note that Hawke had taken the lead yet again despite his constant insistence that it would probably be wiser for him to take the brunt of whatever surprise attack lay in wait for them. The thought of her getting hurt
Venehedis, he swore mentally. Focus.
No sooner had he thought this than he noticed a sticky white substance clinging to the walls of the cave.
I am the KnightI am the Knight4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am the Knight
Midnight, a time when you would expect the world to be dead. People at home, snug in their beds waiting for the dawn or in the company of their loved ones. However the truth is that it is just as livery as it is during the day.
All sorts of people venture out into the dark, even on a night like this when the snow some activities more then others .
One such individual was at this moment perched on a rooftop a figure clad in a skintight black suit, the suit doing little to hide her 'attributes'. a mask and hood covered her face, featuring a pair of long horns protruding from the top of the head. Around her waist was a yellow utility belt that contained the various gadgets and tools that she would require. A yellow bat symbol emblazed on her chest. Lastly was the long black cape was attached to her back, the material catching the cold winter air and fluttered open behind her like a flag.
'It's snowing again tonight, like it has for the last few nights in a row, c
GloryAnd so God created manGlory7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
in His image:
male and female,
He created them.
That it is not good for me
to be alone,
so it is for my imperfection
to be incomplete
we do complete
tasks and life together
it is fallen and fleeting.
You are vulnerable,
I am exposed with you,
I see my own frailty.
It is little wonder
that my little mind
cannot help but wonder
at your compliments to me,
you're the opposite
but the same:
curves to lines,
songs to speeches,
support to performance,
connection to isolation,
receiving to giving.
How complete you make me,
reveal the nature of glory
with me, to me
you are calling
for my own perfection.
You reveal me
so that I may reveal
Him to you,
all the little things
are for you.
England X Shy! Reader X AmericaEngland X Shy! Reader X America3 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was all a joke. I was so stupid to have trusted him. I gave my love and he didn’t give it any importance. It hurts so much. So this is what it feels to be betrayed, rejected and heartbroken.
I forced myself not to cry because if I did, I would ruin my makeup that was put on by my aunt for an hour.
Tonight was a big night because the prom is taking place and it’s also this time that I broke up with my boyfriend, Alfred F. Jones but I recently found out that he was just playing with my feelings and it broke my heart into pieces.
I was such an idiot to believe those words he told me.
No, I have to get him off of my mind and focus on what’s in front of me. I took another deep breath, gripping the hem of my cocktail then went inside where I was greeted by the one in charge of preparing tonight’s event. She gave me a gate pass and I handed it to the security guard. I walked in but I stumbled forward because someone bumped me.
I whipped my head and instead of tellin
Bitter Mana: Comforting WordsBitter Mana: Comforting Words4 years ago in Romance More Like This
!!!!LEGACY SPOILERS BELOW!!!!
No her father wasn't a blood mage that wasn't true, that wasn't true, THAT WASN'T HIS VOICE!!!
Imoen fell against the wall, her entire form shaking she couldn't deal with this.
Years flashed before her eyes, of a childhood filled with laughter and kindness, of moments of love that she'd cherished.
She'd slept in his arms, had knelt by his feet, gazing up adoringly as he showed her how magic worked. He unlocked the secrets to her power, made her fear of the Fade disappear.
Distantly she heard Carver leave throwing his helmet against the wall as he stormed off. She didn't fear for him, they'd just cleared the area he was safe for the moment. She heard Varric approach, but the dwarf stepped back, as if told to go away.
Imoen closed her eyes, for once not wanting to see the world. She welcomed the black, clung to it. She could pretend she wasn't here, that she hadn't just heard her father confess to using blood magic.
Her whole life th
Bitter Mana: Secret GiftsBitter Mana: Secret Gifts5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The streets of Hightown had been host to many strange pairings though each shopkeeper or stall owner had yet to see anything like the group currently browsing the market.
It consisted of a pirate, a dwarf, a mysterious looking woman, and the main object of all the stares a white haired, tattooed elf with a sword almost as long as he was tall strapped across his back. He followed a few steps behind the others, a grim expression on his face and Maker protect whoever made eye contact with him.
They were shopping Fenris HATED shopping. As they entered yet another shop he suddenly got the urge to reach into his own chest and rip out his heart. ANYTHING to get out of this
"OOOH what do you think of this?" Isabela's voice rang out as she picked up a particularly revealing garment.
"I think you show enough skin for all the women in our merry band of misfits already Izzy." Imoen quietly responded, her cheeks flushing a delicious red as she glanced away from the corset. Fenr
What Am I Supposed To Do?Have you ever loved someone with every cell in your body? Have you loved someone so much that the mere thought of them leaving you brought you to your knees? Have you loved to the point where your entire existence was based upon what you meant to them? It's a double edged sword to love that deeply. I should know I've loved someone to the exclusion of everything else in my life and now now that person is gone and I'm not sure what I'm supposed to do.What Am I Supposed To Do?5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I've been sitting here for hours looking at your face. I know your face better than I know my own. I should, I've spent my entire life looking at it. I've watched you grow from that pudgy little baby that cried all night long into this strong, young man who probably spends more time watching my back than his own. You look so peaceful lying there that I can almost believe that you will open your eyes any second now and laugh at me for sitting h
Settled Dustwhere soldiers sing of calmSettled Dust7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where wars are fought for peace.
where corrupt politicians talk about relief
where enemies are not bitter
where birthdays are celebrated in kill
where twenty one is considered aged
where blood is shed to embalm
where tears are those of joy
where the graveyard is ignored
where the void is unfilled
where the win is bawdy
where the brandy falls heavy
where the language is crude
where the stakes raise high
where children lose their fathers
where wives lose their husbands
where mothers lose their sons
where the heretic smiles sardonically at the cheering crowds
Creative FiresThe shadow clings to fire for its life,Creative Fires7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I live in shadow. Your fires burn bright,
A joyous light I love to bask in.
I watch you work: the focused gaze,
The flow of your drawing hand, the wonderful
Laugh of pride at your newest perversity.
The fun you find in your own jokes dances,
Charming, pulling in others to laugh with you.
Pell-mell your life crackles on the page.
A candle burns at my bedside, and it too
Casts a shadow. It bobs, companionable,
Quietly entertaining itself as I write
These words. Its orange glow warms the page,
Strobing, juddering, dancing fast
With a dusky consort. Beyond the dance,
On the wall my shadow remains fixed,
Landscape made solid by the play
Of fitful lightning. The light is yours,
My muse, but the mountains and valleys
Existed before you exposed them to view.
The play is yours, but the stillness is me,
A dark country surprisingly unknown.
I love your brilliance, your life, your warmth,
But beyond any of those, I love
The new parts of me you illuminate
That Elusive HumAttn: Contains spoilers for Jacob's ME3 romance.That Elusive Hum4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Normandy ran quiet, but he couldn't believe he was imagining that sound. He would find the source if it killed him. James walked slowly around the hangar, stopping once in a while, tilting his head and listening hard for that elusive hum. Instead of the sound he hunted for, he heard the soft tap of boots on the hard floor. Looking up, he saw Shepard making her way down the hangar with what looked like a rifle tucked under her arm and a holo-frame in one hand.
"Commander," he said tentatively. It had been a long, hard day for Shepard.
She glanced briefly at him, shifted the gun's weight, "Lieutenant."
Curious, he watched her walk to the far end of the hangar, where she stuck the frame to the wall. The image flickered on. It was a picture of Jacob. The man was standing at what had to be his work station and he was looking over his shoulder with a little surprised grin on his face, a candid moment. Shepard stared at the image f