Luna di SangueLuna di Sangue5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Tramonta il sole esausto,
abbandona il suo trono angusto.
Sopraggiunge la luna e il suo impero augusto.
Alba oscura squarcia il firmamento,
ogni paura è portata via dal vento.
Luna di sangue,
pallido viso che ogni angoscia estingue.
Opali di fuoco accendono la volta,
dal loro bagliore l'anima è travolta.
E se qualcos'altro brilla all'orizzonte
non è il sole né la luce del mattino,
è solo il traghetto del demone Caronte,
che oltre al remo imbraccia il mio destino.
Un sabato sera nella savanaUn sabato sera nella savana3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Avrebbe voluto sprofondare sotto terra. Scavarsi una buca dove nascondersi e riflettere sul suo destino infausto. Avrebbe riflettuto sul perché OGNI. DANNATO. SABATO SERA. si ritrovasse sempre in quella maledettissima situazione. Lassù, probabilmente, qualcuno gli voleva molto male.
-And caaaaaaaaaaaaaan you feeeeeeeeeeeel the looooooooove toniiiiiiiiiight?-
Si portò una mano a parare il viso che sicuramente stava andando a fuoco.
Quante, quante volte gli aveva ripetuto che lui non era Elton John e che quei specie di gracidii che uscivano dalla sua bocca non assomigliavano neanche lontanamente a canzoni??
-It is wheeeeeeeeeeeere we aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaare!-
Con imbarazzo crescente, marciò a testa bassa verso l'origine dei suoi mali.
Conosceva Gio da quando era un poppante, più o meno da quando avevano iniziato a passare interi pomeriggi a guardare insieme il Re Leone. Quando la cara e vecchia videocassetta tirò le cuoia, a causa dei troppi riavvolgimenti, Gio c
time traveler's pocket watcha man in a coat walked up to me.time traveler's pocket watch5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
familiarity flushed through like a sudden burst of warmth.
out of his pocket, he revealed a watch,
with swirling rods and whimsical rims and whirling rings.
with a wave of his wrinkled hand, it melted slowly
into a small kerchief.
the old man smiled,
and crows feet lovingly bunched up around the corners of his eyes
his thin lips pulled into a sweet smile.
"pull apart the curtain of time; careful, careful.
the silky material is crucially delicate. fragilely ticking and tocking.
what do you see?"
the ocean looked like a stretch of leather from these heights,
rippled and calm and dark at my fingertips.
like a curse, the sun danced along the horizon
leaving behind a bright strip of amber behind it.
the clouds strayed in a fury of sifting smoke and puffs
as science did its role along the tops of the heavens.
blue and black and purple bled into the sky,
blossoming bruises of open space
emblazoned with rubies and diamonds and dipping spoons.
i wondered then.
Alphario - Chapter 1 - Part 1Alphario - Chapter 1 - Part 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dennis couldn't believe his eyes.
It was a dream come true. He was finally in Japan. And the story behind this achievement was just too good to be true.
Joining the contest was a good thing after all, Dennis thought to himself, trying to contain the grin that had long wanted to escape onto his lips. The 20 year old boy had never intended to participate in the first place it simply wasn't his thing but after the submission deadline had been extended thrice, he was finally convinced that maybe it was his time to shine. And luck was on his side.
Dennis made his way through the airport hallway, still contemplating on his good fortune. He was amazed at how distinct occasions from the past had miraculously connected with one another, just like how the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle fit together to complete the picture. He vowed never to view his childhood days in a negative light ever again. At least for now, he reconsidered.
"Mom, dad " He smiled as he took a pen
Le due CalamiteC'erano una volta due Calamite.Le due Calamite5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Si rivolgevano i rispettivi Poli Negativi, quindi, come le leggi del Magnetismo comandano, non c'era alcun modo per loro di entrare in contatto.
Ma forse quelle che ho usato non sono le parole adatte.
La realtà è che le due Calamite avevano più cose in comune di quanto potessero immaginare, eppure non riuscivano a trovare un punto di incontro.
Anche la Fisica, per quanto governata da leggi, formule e regole, non riusciva a capire come fosse possibile che due cose tanto simili non riuscissero a raggiungersi.
Non che non ci provassero, tutt'altro, e riuscivano stare l'una accanto all'altra, ma solo fino a un certo punto, poi qualcosa le allontanava di nuovo. Ed era una forza a cui era inutile opporre resistenza.
Come due rette parallele condividevano lo stesso destino, si correvano accanto senza mai incontrarsi, l'Infinito non si stancava di aspettarle e loro procedevano dritte verso di lui.
Di tanto in tanto una delle due Calamite si girava
blue personality testpaper weight, it seemsblue personality test5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
to hold down a feeling,
like falling petals
what is it called?
tracing tree branches
miniature canyons on the bark
cracked and rough
like the crinkles when you?
a skyline of orange
feeling lost, lost, lost
slow, with no direction
like the phases of a?
Sleep....I am 10 and falling asleep in my bedroom upstairs.Sleep....6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The fire is lit and bathing it's warm flickering glow around the walls. My parents, having settled me in have returned downstairs to watch tv and read the papers.
I am relaxed and content. My radio next to my night light serenades soothing sounds thro my head and ushers me towards sleep. My blankets are cwtched snuggly around me keeping me warm and safe.
Nothing can harm me.
Small almost indistinct shadows move along the edges of my room. I have been aware of them for some time now, they have almost become like familiar companions to me in my dreamy head.
But these are filled with overtones of malice, I can feel the malevolence that permeates iceycold from their fleeting depths.
I have not told anyone of these nightime visitors that I have, afraid that no one will believe me, that I will be laughed at, become a joke.
The faceless dark in my room has been growing ever confident and tonight I know, I understand will be more d
SPN: What happened SammyWhat happened to those daysSPN: What happened Sammy6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Where we spent staring at the rain,
Laughing about all the pain.
What happened to us singing those songs,
While we drove along,
To help us carry on.
What happened to never keeping a secret
What happened to our love.
What happened to my little brother,
Who stole my heart
What happened to the man,
Who I gave my life to protect.
Her blood has tainted your soul.
Because you walked out that door,
I cry in the night,
Because I miss those bright brown eyes
Arguments AsideThe 130 DaysArguments Aside6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Chapter 6: Arguments Aside
Two weeks had gone by since Vegetas short-lived departure from the Capsule Corporation grounds. Two weeks in which all inhabitants had gotten used to bickering between the haughty saiyan prince and the fierce heiress of Capsule Corp at times that almost seemed set. After the first two days, most Nameks knew to stay clear of the courtyard at dawn, noon and dusk so as to protect their sensitive hearing from the shrill sounds of the two hot-heads rowing. And where the Nameks did everything in their power to vacate the scene whenever the two had found something new to argue about, Bunny Briefs seemed to appear out of nowhere, sitting on a chair, slurping on a cocktail through a colored straw and giggling girlishly. She even missed out on her evening-soap every now and then when things got interesting, which she seemed to possess almost impossible maternal instinct for; smelling the clashing insults like a hound dead-set on the foxs
VictimVictim7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see you from a distance
Will you ever know
What I have felt?
Stuck in the darkness,
Can't find the light,
Slowly I evanesce.
Tonight the journey ends,
Only the victim of an unrequited love.
Maddest Kind of Love: PrologueTitle: Maddest Kind Of LoveMaddest Kind of Love: Prologue4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: 1451
Pairing: None (in this chapter)
Type: OPU (before time skip)
Genre: General, some slight humor
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from One Piece. One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda.
VTM: Important notes and warnings for future chapters will be in the artist's comment. So please be sure to read that if you are thinking of reading the next chapters.
Law was standing out on the deck of his ship, he was leaning against the rail as he smoked a cigarette. He couldn't really smell the fresh ocean air or the smoke. Instead all he could smell was the blood that had stained his hands and clothes from the surgeries he had been performing. Even after washing it off the scent still managed to somehow linger. It wasn't an unfamiliar scent, it was one he was rather used to given his two professions. However, this was one of those times that he was rat
EmozioniEd ecco che su una misera pagina di block notes butto giù il mio pensiero. Penso alle emozioni che corrono nel cielo e nel mare, che passano attravesto l'anima del mondo, un mondo di anime. Le emozioni libere, quelle prigioniere, quelle non nate e quelle dimenticate. E ancora quelle che non si pensa di poter provare, o che si vorrebbero provare ancora, in una morsa di nostalgia, emozione anch'essa.Emozioni4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Chi può giudicare un'emozione? Chi può dire dove essa porterà, cosa ci regalerà e cosa ci sottrarrà? Loro però grattano nel cuore, vogliono uscire. Lotte interne per aggiudicarsi la vittoria, uno scontro continuo fra cuore e mente.
Le emozioni... così magiche. A volte così dolorose. Ma cosa sarebbe questa vita senza di loro?
Le emozioni...ballerine, giocano e ridono di noi e con noi.
Le emozioni... a volte così forti che si liberano contro la nostra volontà.
A volte così deboli ... così deboli, che appena nate son già spar
-Raindrops-Drip-Raindrops-5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Soaking through the cold cracked stone
Chilling passengers all alone
Changing plans for outside play
Nothing to do on a rainy day.
Yet peace is found as liquid drops
All around the silence stops
The sweetest sound of rainfall here
Echoing winds both far and near
It drips along windows, it drips on walls
It makes squiggly patterns as it falls
Watering plants for tomorrow's light
Providing rest for morning's flight
Hear the music of the air
As raindrops fall everywhere
The lightest mist or hardest pour
Rain is true life forevermore.
FioreQuando porgi una rosa,Fiore5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, non posso..
L'amore è matto!
E poi per cosa?
Petali inermi su di un ramo
credono forse di dire "Ti amo".
Ma è natura morente
che lascia la vita
e inganna la mente
tra le tue dita.
La senti che punge,
graffia un poco,
è un debole grido,
è quasi un gioco.
Osserva bene le nascoste spine,
sembra quasi che firmino la parola Fine.
Perciò caro amore
non voglio il tuo cuore.
Getta la rosa
in un lago di fango.
La mia alma riposa,
che se ti guardo piango.
Deathly AutumnLeaves crackle underfoot as death draws near for the thousandth time. Bones chill and break; a brittle perception of time falls. Once a haven, now a choking cage of endless disaster. Don't trip and fall; the leaves will swallow you whole into a broken, wilted grave. Deathly Autumn is nigh.Deathly Autumn5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
-Sweet Mystery-Sweetest sounds of tin tabulations-Sweet Mystery-5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Coolest breeze of a beautiful creation
Harmonious songs sung high above
A river flowing full of love
Soft smooth petals of beauty divine
Small delicate creatures so pretty and fine
A world around us we daren't see
Wonders of wonders in harmony
Precious creation so pure and beloved
Filled to the brim with a mystery of love.
Look inside nothin to hideLook inside,theres nothing to hideLook inside nothin to hide5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I see you,you see me,except you really don't
you see the person im pretending to be
but looking into your eyes,it could also be your disguise
I hide the meaniful smile that i faked
it was just one of those days,that i sighed and walked away
whats this all about?everything im hearing
as i try to turn my back,i listen to what you think
look inside,theres nothing to hide
i can tell by the way you talk,that you don't believe
that i loved you
i try to understand what i heard,or was it in my head?
you broke my heart,with those words
words i dont tell anyone anymore,i've lost faith
why say that,then leave me for the ex?
i go mad but i still wanted sex
i was stupid,out of my god damn mind
look inside,theres nothing to hide
but with you there always is,im crying deep
deep within my broken soul
whats this all about? everything your doing
as i try to understand,you give me more to think about
look inside,theres nothing to hide
but your scared and
Symbol of ManlinessTitle: Symbol of ManlinessSymbol of Manliness4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Word Count: 1371
Pairing: (slight) Roger x Rouge
Type: Cannon Setting, Roger's era. (Probably sometime before he was called the Pirate King.)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything from One Piece. One Piece belongs to Eiichiro Oda.
VTM: This is a sequel to my fic 'Smooth Talker'.
"Ray, do you know what makes a man a man?"
Silvers Rayleigh gave a blank stare to his captain. "I thought we established this before, Roger. You're terrible at philosophy..."
Roger frowned at his first mate. "What makes you say that?"
"You once said the answer to life is 'fish'." Rayleigh said in a flat tone. For some reason Roger was acting more odd than usual ever since they came to this island. It all started sometime after his captain came back for a trip to the market in a foul mood and with a sore stomach. Whenever Rayleigh tried to ask him about it Roger wouldn't tell him a damn thing
.Il caffe' delle 03.00 am.(scritto il 26 Aprile 2009).Il caffe' delle 03.00 am.5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
- ore 3.01 -
Non si parla di un caffè comune.
E' il caffè che si prende quando la città appare totalmente muta, quando senti i respiri dei tuoi familiari dormire o, se vivi solo, quando riesci perfino ad ascoltare il "nulla" che stagna in casa tua, interrotto per qualche tempo dal rumore dei tasti del pc premuti ripetutamente.
E' quel tipo di caffè che ogni tanto ti manca durante il giorno, ma che sai perfettamente che non avrà lo stesso potere benefico.
O malefico, che dir si voglia.
E' il caffè che prendi nella prima tazza che ti capita, a quantità industriali, con tanto di aggiunta di zucchero. Alla fine, è zucchero al caffè, non caffè zuccherato.
Una sorta di "tanto stasera non chiuderò occhio, quindi tanto vale farlo con dignità". Che poi la dignità, c'entra ben poco, ma sta bene con il concetto in generale.
E' quel genere di caffè che, se pur ci si sforza ad interpretare il f
Dedicated to my WatchersDedicated to my Watchers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As some of you know I issued a challenge for myself in my newest journal. With many fun and imaginative suggestions from some of my deviously devious friends...
Here are the pieces that were inspired by you.
Perfect little circle
Through which life feeds
Umbilical link to perfection
Forming fetal in the womb
Heavy metal dangles
Causing infection to the core
That rotten center
From which love once bloomed
When Gay Unicorns Die
two unicorns battle
epic in hues of gay and gayer
slashed through the jugular
blood arcs out in crimson rainbows
alas the gayest unicorn dies
guts like pink fluff spread far
for the evil kittens to play
bouncing in their castle of air
evil as they are
even kittens must bounce when gay unicorns die
When Winter Comes
in trees of green
flashes of fur race time
stashing their dreams
before the winter comes
the squirrels know
that they must protect their nuts!!
in my minds eye i see
KH2 - Braig's Gift"Braig? Braig..."KH2 - Braig's Gift9 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Braig turned over, wrapping himself further into his sheets, stirred by the soft voice coming out of the darkness. He was half convinced that he was dreaming, and half convinced he was hallucinating, but either way he wasn't ready to wake up. Sleep was too comfortable when he had just dealt with one long day of balancing impossible chemical equations. Chemistry was the worst, made even more so by how damned good at it Even was, or maybe because of that way he gloated when he had the answers and knew that Braig did not. For the fact alone that he hadn't tried to strangle the prissy bastard even once, Braig had earned this sleep.
But the voice would not shut up, and he blinked up into the darkness, staring vacantly at the drywall there.
"Hm..? Heh? What is it, Dilan?"
A small face came into view, tanned and framed by white locks of hair that didn't quite fall into place. Golden eyes blinked down at him, conf
A Love Like This A Love Like YouA Love Like This A Love Like You3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What if I held you like you were made of glass
And out of my dreams you would never pass
I'd like to think you'd know just what love is and was
Because in my arms I'd show how to really love and be loved
My world would be complete
If I could just lay at your feet
And tell you all that you mean to me
Oh how my heart and soul would be so free
I think a love like this would stand a chance
And be more than just a simple little romance
I would take you and hold and never let you go
I would never let this love grow cold if you'd only say so
My heart feels like a fire is waking from a dark cold slumber
And if you touched my chest you would certainly fall under
The spells of my love yes my love that's who you would be
Just say the word and I will be your everything
I'll even take the time to learn what makes your heart truly sing
I'll be your everything if you would swear upon all you hold dear
That you'll never fall out of love with me not once ever you hear
Cause with my love in yo
Wings of HopeIf I had wings,Wings of Hope5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd fly away from the darkness
- To my siblings.
Why can't I know what's happiness?
If I saw light,
I would make me cute and pretty;
In such a blight
Could my loved ones recognize me?
If I knew hope,
I'd find the strength to fight the fear!
I'd climb this slope
And discover you were so near
"I'm always near!
I'm in your heart when you're crying
I kiss your tears
I come to offer you my wings
- Guardian angel
- Don't cry my sweet; I'm here for you,
Do never lose your faith in you.