The Ice AngelThe Ice Angel3 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
Here, I will beHere, I will be3 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
Too lateToo late3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Too late ..
There is a little story I would like to tell you but this story isn't what you will be expecting. This story doesn't not have a happy ending this story is about a girl named Lexy. She always dressed in dark clothing and wore dark makeup; she was beautiful, amazing, sweet, kind, funny, and different.
But the kids in school didn't see her like that they saw her as a freak, a loser, an outcast. She had the longest hair and the prettiest eyes they were bluish green and when the sun hit them just right they looked amazing. But you see she was in my English class and I would be the only to talk to her, she told me her dreams of being a famous writer and singer.
But since I was a jock my dreams were obvious but she listened to me anyway. When she smiled it seemed as if the world stopped and freeze in that moment. What you don't know is that I had fallen in love with her, but she was bullied harshly and unfairly why didn't I stop it?
That's a good question that I wish I could
ClicheYou don't know my pain...Cliche3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Oh great. How cliché.
Teenage drama. Procrastination.
It all gets in my way.
Suicide and cyanide.
I just have to run and hide.
Trapped in places with no sun.
"Too tired to fight and yet too scared to run."
I throw out my keys.
Hide my locks.
Shiver and die by the ticking clock.
My notebook is burning.
My games thrown away.
No where to turn, no way to stay.
Sweet blueberries gone,
Fire lights the way.
No where to turn.
Yet still no way to stay.
~Life's a bi*ch.~
I've had my say.
"'You want to go home and rethink your life~'"
'I want to go home and rethink my life~'"
"It goes without saying,"
I say to a tree.
As if the tree listens.
Who cares about me?
First comes you, then comes me.
Then comes that other guy to make a mess of things.
But, wait there's a problem.
He was there first.
No, wait that's not right.
He and I were here first.
You've gone astray!
No, that's not right either.
But, who am I to get in Ever after's way
Ode to Loyalty and FriendshipThere was onceOde to Loyalty and Friendship3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A beautiful old tree
With green weeping leaves
Who was like a best friend to me
Under her shade I sat
Resting in the comfort of her bough
Not thinking of the future
To be with her forever was my vow
But as the years passed
Her branches came to wither
Through blazing summers and freezing winters
Her trunk would always shiver
But I loved that old tree
Who was like a best friend to me
With green weeping leaves
She was a beautiful old tree
The Laughter FieldThere she was, in the laughter field,The Laughter Field3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The girl, she stood, with a sword to wield!
The grass caught fire with a cackle of red,
"Run, run now, or you'll soon be dead!"
There he was, in the cackle field,
Debris was here, was there, to feel.
The boy, he knew the danger he faced,
So he stopped his flight, his fate he embraced.
There they were, hand in hand,
The field they faced, the plain so grand,
The ringing laughter filled their ears,
"Watch out, little kiddies," And then the tears.
There, she flew, feet firm to the ground,
The field - of terror - soon to be found,
The shouts, the pain, the laughs, the screams,
"Come now child, follow me..."
There, he ran, desperate to flee,
He's no different, from you, from me.
Only, he knew, danger had come,
His life could finish, with the beat of the drum.
You, and I.
The laughter field.
Our lives so short,
Yet, we won't yield.
We stand, we kiss.
The laugh fills our ears.
The fire consumes us,
From all the years.
Standing here, the da
AngelsThey do not wear golden halo'sAngels9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They are not dressed in spotless white
They do not bear feathered wings
They cannot float in a starlit night
They are far from perfect creatures
They have no powers in their might
The friends I see so saintly
Are not always completely right
So why do their eyes touch me
In ways that melt my heart?
And why does every word they say
Sound like musical, magical art?
Why do I call them my angels?
How do they heal every wound in sight?
And how does every smile they reveal
Send such pure rays of light?
That GirlA girl is standing there,That Girl3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the middle of the night,
searching for a light,
in a path where everything's dark.
Something else was found,
a feeling, she thought forgotten
the hope of being that girl
who doesn't take no for an answer.
A girl who takes risks,
who laughs for no reason at all,
the one who knows what she wants
and will stop at nothing to get it right.
She had buried that girl, a long time ago.
Real life threatened to drown her,
if she didn't do it first.
And suddenly he shows up,
full of life, and laughs, and love
and reminds her of that girl,
she thought was forever gone.
But now she is a woman,
and a fearless one at that,
he has helped her without knowing
to overcome her fears and doubts.
She liked to have control,
she'd learned to never give in,
trying so hard not to show,
neither laughter nor her tears.
But now she is different,
so much more than before,
now that woman is smiling
for the renewed hope she thought lost.
pears and nearspears and nears3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
monday afternoon and
my lover is studying;
i am wondering if he remembers that time when
we learnt together the geometric shapes -
circled are his lips when
the sun draws himself upon them;
i am jealous.
earth has his own anatomy -
them science people called him "pear";
maybe the fruit was before the planet
or maybe the planet grew out of it,
which makes us pearestrials, but
i wouldn't know;
i don't do science.
i don't even do words -
words are too academic sometimes;
it's propestorous (exclamation mark)
and my fingers are only made to waltz with yours;
i'm sorry when i stumble,
you know my forefinger is high heel sensitive;
there's too many is in the world.
monday's moving towards evening
my lover's still studying
earth is still a pear
there's Pretty Woman on tv
the food is not getting any w
IcarusWho are you, and what am I?Icarus8 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
Remember me? I touched the sky
I flew too hard and burned too fast
Dreams like mine, they just don't last
I touched the sun on feathered limbs
I satisfied my wildest whims
But I burnt out, and I fell down
My body wasn't ever found
But don't remember me for how I failed
I embody all the dreams that've sailed
So who are you, and what am I?
Remember me? I wasn't afraid to fly.
Once Upon a TimeOnce Upon a Time2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss you.
Do you miss me?
I'm trying to touch you,
But you keep pulling away.
You told me you loved me
Once upon a time.
But now I don't think
You even thought to try.
The Puppeteer Capitulo 1SasoSaku FanFic: Espantosos y aterradores asesinatos están sucediendo en la ciudad de Konoha y dos audaces y famosos detectives trataran de resolver este misterio con la ayuda de una peculiar y poco común doctora. ¿Quién será aquel enigmático asesino?The Puppeteer Capitulo 14 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Capitulo 1: "Misterio."
-¿Estas seguro de que es ella?- pregunto un joven de cabello negro y profundos orbes azabache, que vestía un traje negro con una corbata azul.
-Si estoy totalmente seguro detective Uchiha, encaja perfecto en la descripción de la desaparecida, y con la reciente foto que nos entrego la madre.- le respondió un joven de cabello negro amarrado en una coleta, de tez blanca, y mediana complexión.
-¡Tsk! muchas gracias Shikamaru, le pasare la información al detective Uzumaki.- dijo el pelinegro tronando la lengua en señal de ira.
Camino unos cuantos pasos p
Dear BoysYou broke my heart and letDear Boys5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it die. You shattereted
it to stone As You chilled
me to the bone.
The memory of you will always
be there. It's to much to bear.
But I'll survive with a deep scar
I'm ok without you now.
I reasembled my shattered
broken peices. All I can say
to you boys now is sorry you
missed out. I'm your biggest loss.
pit bullEvery year pit bull terriers are responsible for the death of 3 people.pit bull7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
40 children a year drown in 5 gallon water pails, in your lifetime you are 16 times more likely to drown in a 5 gallon water pail then be killed by a pit bull.
Pit bulls were known as the number 1 family dog in the 20th century, but the very same qualities that make this breed such a wonderful pet, are also valued by those who use them as fighting dogs, training them in brutal methods, some even going as far as to sew bottle caps under the dogs skin to ensure they're in constant pain, to make then more aggresive.
150 people a year are killed by falling coconuts, making you 60 times more likely to be killed by a palm tree then by a put bull.
Pit bull puppies, ones that have never fought before are often killed because their parents were fighters, since when did it become guilty until proven innocent?
According to the American Canine Temperament Testing Association, 82.5% of the American Pit Bull Terriers
Transending LoveThe sweet smell of honeysuckle .. Death is beautiful in her sightTransending Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she long for his embrace so she will transcend this life
with her dying breath she whispers with all her might
I will see you once again enveloped in heavenly light.
She weeps, sheds what seems like an ocean amount of tears...
To have his embrace she will do what it takes
but she wonders deep inside if it was all a big mistake
Open Arms.Where am I?Open Arms.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is the question.
Am I flying?
If you catch me,
Will I be saved?
Or will I crush you?
What am I doing?
Where would I rather be?
Where am I now?
On the ground.
So what do I do?
Who am I?
Am I the person in the dream?
Or the dreamer?
You and I,
We'll never know.
Can we accept that?
With open arms?
Can I accept that?
With open arms?
SnowA girl at home among the snowSnow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dances and spins
And makes the world twirl
And where her feet touch the ground
Melting the ice
And breaking the chill
A girl with fire in her hands
Melts the world around her
Until the mountains are bare
And the snow turns to streams
Her dance doesn't notice
For in her mind
She is at home
In her place
Among the snow.
Dreams EndDreams EndDreams End7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
It was early morning when he received the call; the call that stopped his heart, and made his blood run cold.
s-shes ill? he stammered
It was very early still, he was barely even awake yet that was not the reason he faltered now at the news
yes Im sorry Ash, shes not been herself for a while now but what ever it was seems to have peaked now. We phoned you because well shes been drifting in and out of consciousness for several days now but in the times when it has been most hopeful that she would wake, she said your name Ash came the reply from the other end.
It was professor Oak who had called, having been spending a lot of time at the hospital along with Tracy, Mrs Ketchum and the three other girls.
For Ash though this was still a lot to take in. He was waking up more now, slowly, but even had he been wide awake he would have found it difficult to put into words the mixture of fear, worry and regret now playing throu
Mi dulce, dulce vecino cap1SasoSaku FanFic: Los personajes de Naruto no me pertenecen, la historia sí.Mi dulce, dulce vecino cap15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Capitulo 1: "Nuevo vecino."
-Haaammmp, que bien he dormido qué bueno que estas son mis dos semanas libres del hospital, sus ventajas tiene ser la mejor doctora en mi área y el haber pasado casi más una semana de guardia ahí.- dijo dejando salir una risita picara, mientras se levantaba de la cama y se dirigía hacia el baño para darse una ducha.
Esta chica con buen cuerpo, de piel blanca y cremosa, de hermosos ojos color jade y cabello largo y rosado, sí, mis queridos lectores cabello pelirrosa; esta joven miembro de la comunidad médica que trabaja en el hospital de la ciudad de Konoha y que vive sola en una pequeña pero hermosa casa en una reducida zona residencial de Japón, se llama Haruno Sakura, una muchacha hermosa e inteligente de extraños cabellos, es la protagonista de nuestra historia.
Salió quince minutos después, aun con su pij
CTRL +CTRL +3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(a.k.a. The Microsoft Word Alphabet Song)
Hit CTRL + N for a blank new .doc(x),
Let's get this party started;
Or CTRL + O to open and carry on
From where you last departed.
CTRL + D to choose and edit fonts:
They come in every shape and size;
Comic Sans may try to tempt you,
But Arial is far more wise.
Why not try CTRL + B, I or U
To makeover your typeface?
CTRL + F, G, H are a loyal team:
They'll find, go to and replace.
Fancy a match of Word tennis?
CTRL + L, E, R, J will set the stage
For you to rally your lines of text
Back and forth across the page.
CTRL + A's the secret to selecting all:
It'll highlight everything,
While CTRL + Q does the job of clearing
Your paragraph formatting.
CTRL + C and X are copy and cut;
CTRL + V will then duly paste;
CTRL + T and M are for tabs and indents
Don't let that space just go to waste.
CTRL + K rules the hyperlinks
If you're wired to the net;
But first it's F7 for a quick spell-check
You're sure not to regret!
Wish I had CT
Mi dulce, dulce vecino Cap 5Capitulo 5: "Misterio."Mi dulce, dulce vecino Cap 54 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Al pasar cerca de él este tiro accidentalmente una chaqueta negra con gorra, la joven medico la recogió amablemente, de pronto sus ojos se abrieron desmesuradamente, se volvieron vidriosos y el pánico se apodero de ella, aquella chamarra despedía un inconfundible aroma, una esencia que la ojijade conocía muy bien, era la colonia de aquel hombre, el joven que por poco la violaba ese mismo día.
La pelirrosa no podía creer lo que sus cinco sentidos estaban presenciando en ese mismo instante, por un segundo el miedo la inmovilizo, jamás se hubiese imaginado que su atacante y perseguidor fuese aquel nuevo medico del hala de psiquiatría Uchiha Sasuke, es decir, que mas prueba irrefutable se necesitaba que la chaqueta que llevaba puesta cuando la agredió y ni que decir del tan peculiar aroma que esta desprendía, aroma que solo había detectado en aquel hombre, no cabía duda, era él, Sasuke era s