Moving OnWhy don't I want to leave, yet I do?Moving On9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it because I won't see you?
Will I miss this okay place?
Or will I miss your smiling face?
Will I miss the people here?
Or is it you I hold so dear?
Will I miss the past behind?
Or is it you stuck in my mind?
Will I miss the sky so blue?
Or dear friend will I miss you?
PlowIt's finally snowing again,Plow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blankets of peace falling
with a freshness that lacks innocence.
Nearly forgotten, they're here as expected,
clearing the streets,
trying to push aside all the worry
that makes things unsafe, but
the steel mouth askew grates against my heart;
its thick bass scrape pushing more than piles of white aside,
it pushes my blood aside too,
piling it up in the corner of this pumping vessel that falters,
ice-caked and bitten, stiffened,
and keeps faltering,
until the air is silent
and the street no longer shivers in torture.
The only evidence is the blanket of white
that keeps falling,
like fluffy stuffing that's been yanked out.
All is silent,
except the fond memories that peel away
from my heart in little shreds,
and the plows, scraping fresh wounds again.
Copyright © 2012 Jen Fowler
All Rights Reserved
Visiting springВесна вновь зовёт нас её навестить;Visiting spring3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Грозой обещает с небес напоить.
Расстелет большой изумрудный ковёр,
А с неё рассвет солнца яркий костёр
Для нас по-утру не спеша разо
Memories--an A:TLE Fanfiction"The First Kiss"Memories--an A:TLE Fanfiction4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Milo awoke from his peaceful slumber, but did not open his eyes immediately. He enjoyed basking in the pleasantness of the queen's chamber for a few minutes before getting up to start the day. He had always been one to wake up a few minutes before his alarm clock went off, and his life in Atlantis had not changed this habit one bit. He knew that the queen's assistant, as the official title was called, would be by in less than ten minutes.
Before opening his eyes, Milo allowed his other senses to take in the rest of the room. He heard the gentle trickling of a fountain that ran along the walls of the chamber, just below the wide windows that let in the night air. Having a pretty moderate climate within their "air bubble" beneath the ocean floor, and with no sky to change the weather, life was pretty comfortable once you got used to it. The soft, silk sheets of the bed lay over his body, coveri
YellowMy parents bought a little two-bedroom house when they first got married. It was run down, falling apart, but most importantly: cheap.Yellow5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Two years later, my mother fell pregnant with me. She immediately abandoned her job for some plaster and paint and set about decorating the untouched spare room. She splashed pastel yellow across the walls, replaced the dingy carpet and kitted out the room with furniture.
Sixteen years after my birth, and the yellow paint is flaking off the walls revealing the kiwi green beneath. I can peel back the corners of the carpet to reveal the worn underlay and half rotten floorboards. I can examine the fringe of my cream curtains where the bright yellow hasn't been bleached by the sun. The room is, more or less, unchanged. It has merely lost its sheen, much like the inhabitant of it.
I remained an only child; filling my days with quiet solitary games and elaborate stories whispered under my breath. My isolation only increased as I grew too big for the room that
Deadbird BackgroundDeadbird Background4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I apologize in advanced for any spelling or grammatical errors -- while I did read over this twice, I may have missed something. Sorry!
"The December wind wrapped itself around the two as they briskly made their way down the crowded sidewalk. They didn't mind the cold all too much for their sheer excitement kept them warm. A mother and a son had traversed into the Inner Sanctum of the Main City to prepare for the festivities. It was the 20th, and on the 21st a world-wide celebration would ring out in glory of their leader's name and birthday. It wasn't just a celebration for him, as on the 21st everyone shared in on the gift giving and good will spreading amongst their friends and loved ones. The mother and son, however, had missed out on their shopping and were forced to rush and see what they could get the night before.
"Every corner they turned and every step they took left them visually bombarded with fantastic, glowing displays of old time toys and new wave technology. Add
Writer's BlockA writer's block is something nobody can bear,Writer's Block3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's the truth, that I swear.
We all have a specific goal that we write for,
Even if it sometimes start to feel like a chore.
When our minds are shrouded and we can't think clear,
That's perfectly normal have no fear.
We might not be able to write about the things we like,
Then sometimes the most brilliant inspiration will strike.
Until we get inspired we should practice writing more,
Even if it's just a simple story about how you went to a store.
We must broaden our horizons for new themes and such,
Maybe we find a subject for which we have a special touch.
So prepare for your inspiration to come,
Or else you cannot put it to words and that is no fun.
The European Parliament - Why Should I CareThe European Parliament - Why Should I Care2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
The European Parliament
Why should I care?
"Yes, why should I?" - that's what I was wondering about not so long ago. I simply did not care about the European Parliament or, to be more specific, the European Union. As an Austrian I just took being European for granted, being part of the union itself, for granted. I never thought about what that meant though, for me all this "political mumbo-jumbo" seemed so far away, almost unreachable.
It also seemed to me like all political issues the European Parliament was dealing with with more important issues than the "first-world problems" some Austrians might have.
When we started learning about it at school I still found it uninteresting, it did not help or change my opinion in the slightest.
For me, it was also normal to live in a democratic country and in a democratic union where you could just elect the people you thought would represent you best.
What did change things was when we visited Strasbourg last December. It was simply amazing for
Frail EdenFrail Eden9 years ago in Drama More Like This
The storm broke, and thunder rolled across the rough landscape. It mottled the earth, the tree tops, the sheer sharp mountain faces that tore holes in the sky for the moon to glimpse through and illuminate, momentarily, each little scene of the night below. The birds that cowered in tunnelled cliffs. Frenzied fishes in rain-chopped pools. The skulking beasts in their leafy nests, and, away from these, ropes and canvas strained against the wind, preserving the warm lamplight inside.
Cloth and chloriphorm sat on the ground beside the girl, her head in the old man's lap, as he caressed her head and brushed away her tears.
"I can't marry him, daddy. Not without lying to him."
She remembered the first occasion on which he'd found her in that state. Crumpled and moaning upon the wooden floorboards, twisting her damp vest with her fingers and clutching her stomach. She remembered the way his face looked when he darted to her side, eyes so wide, his mouth pulled down with dismay and question.
No EscapeNo Escape3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tried pressing escape
Still Sitting here...
we should celebratei.we should celebrate3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i tried to think of pain as a flower,
first it blossoms
it wilts away.
but i won't let myself disappear
along with it,
give you that.
(it's not the agony that makes
me scream, it's the flavor).
and you whispered softly
"i'll rip your heart out and replace it
with a song,
it's christmas soon, and
we should celebrate".
you've always used my scars
as a calendar,
as a way to remind yourself
"today is tuesday
and i still exist".
(it's morning now because
i can see
through my eyelids
a bright summer day,
the flowers are
Quisieracomo quisieraQuisiera11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tenerte en mis brazos
y juntos en silencio
ver caer la fresca lluvia
como quisiera besarte ahora
y mirandote a los ojos
que te quiero y te necesito
pero no me queda
mas que querer
querer y esperar al mañana
abrazarte y sentir tu suave piel
extraño tus dulces palabras
y tus miradas nuevas
quiero tenerte, quiero quererte
quiero ver un sol nuevo contigo
la suave crisa junto a ti
sentir y decir todo lo que siento
querer y amar junto con el tiempo
Nationale hobbyWij Nederlanders, mensen van Dietschen bloet, zijn een raar volkje. Vooral op het gebied van sport zijn wij aardige zonderlingen. We oefenen namelijk veel sporten uit die alleen wij een beetje kunnen. U wilt voorbeelden? U krijgt ze: kaatsen, fierljeppen, korfbal en niet in de laatste plaats schaatsen.Nationale hobby3 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Schaatsen is op zichzelf al een vrij onnatuurlijke beweging. Je over een dun laagje ijs verplaatsen met behulp van een soort schoen, en maar hopen dat je er niet doorheen zakt. De mensen die dat heel goed kunnen noemen we professionele schaatsers. Die worden er dus voor betaald om zich heel snel over ijs voort te bewegen. En wees gerust, we hebben dit natuurlijk onderverdeeld in een paar categorieën. Langebaanschaatsen is de meest bekende voor ons. Zeg dit maar niet aan Koreanen of andere Aziaten, want die lachen je keihard uit. En terecht overigens, maar shorttrack laten we nu even buiten beschouwing.
Het concept van de populairste vorm van schaatsen in ons land: men rijdt é
those handsthose hands3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Her hands, long, pale, and slender, never shook.
Those hands, that held the knitting,
held the knife,
those hands, that were strong forever,
those hands, that held mine tightly,
those hands, that clenched as we ran from the flames,
those hands shook
as my life
faded to black.
RomeoThe name's Romeo. Yeah, alright. Don't bother. Whatever you were about to say, I've already heard it: considering the fact that probably everyone in the world is force-fed Shakespeare at some point or other, it's not surprising that all the stupid puns that come my way aren't exactly original. I've had English teachers yell lines at me, thinking that, for some dumb reason, I've got the whole play memorised. Not likely. My parents didn't call me Romeo because they're Die Hard Bard fans. Dad lost a bet to a mate. Not exactly enchanting.Romeo4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was watching TV in the living room, minding my own business. All of a sudden the door slammed open, and there was Mum, glaring at me as though I'd left a week's worth of socks stuffed behind the radiator. I was about to remind her that I'd taken out the rubbish that morning, but before I could say anything, she strode over to the windows and wre
Assassin's Creed II: EternityAssassin's Creed II: Eternity4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
October, 1476. Firenze. Italia.
The people's shouts filled the air with a haunting resonance. He couldn't see what stood at the center of the frenzied mass, but he didn't need to see to know. His feet carried him closer to the podium and through the clumped mass before him. It was early October, the fall season in full swing upon the Italian city-state of Firenze. And today, three men stood upon the gallows awaiting the swift hand of fate to claim their lives as prize.
"Giovanni Auditore," A voice boomed out over the indecipherable shouts of the mob. The mention of his father's name stopped Ezio dead in his tracks. His heart beat quickened as he silently joined the crowd to watch the matter at hand.
"You and your accomplices stand accused of the crime of treason. Do you have any evidence to counter this charge?"
"Yes;" His father shouted in reply. "The documents that were delivered to you last night!" That was right. Ezio himself hadn't slept a wink after he'd delivered them himself to