Ode to Rise AgainstThe band spoke not to the masses,Ode to Rise Against3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but to those whose wrists wore slashes.
Their words lacked a semblance of formality,
but were meant for those with abnormality.
The message was for all those whose pain was immense;
it told them it was time to rise, Rise Against.
Rise Against the injustice and pain.
Defend the memory of the slain.
Stand for those who are helpless.
Always try to be selfless.
Work hard for better futures.
Treat the world's wounds with sutures.
Rise Against their pseudo-perfection.
With music, they gave us direction.
Do not let yourself be tame.
Do not give in to their game.
Fight back, but not with violence,
and do not live in silence.
Rise Against the corrupt regime.
They are not as strong as they seem.
Live only by your moral laws.
Stand up, stand out, embrace your flaws.
Arm-in-arm, we make a wall.
Together, we can stand tall.
Rise Against the fanatic;
those whose beliefs are static.
They fear our success, our progress,
and so it is us they oppress.
In time, my suffer
BSG: Okay For NowFor Kiwi-MystereBSG: Okay For Now4 years ago in Romance More Like This
She's finally off the Demetrius and back with the Fleet, but Kara knows her troubles are far from overhell, new issues keep cropping up every five minutes. For one reason or another, she's trying to convince the leaders of the Fleet that making an alliance with certain Cylons is, in fact, a good idea. This also means that Leoben is back in her life, and whilst he's been somewhat useful so far, she's still convinced that never would have been too soon to see him again. Not to mention the fact that she hasn't yet regained anyone's trust and is probably due back to the brig immediately. And then there's the whole issue of her possibly having died a few months ago . . .
But as she's being pressed against the bulkhead in a moderately well-hidden corner, being kissed breathless by a certain Lee Adama, she finds she really doesn't care about any of that.
Finally he pulls back, just enough so that they can both breathe a
Fight for FreedomFight for Freedom7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The air felt so heavy as she fell. Ground was cold and her body seemingly soaked it up. The sound of her own heart beat began to fade away. Yet, despite her predicament... she laughed.
It was a quiet laugh, as if she knew something that he didn't. He would die. Finally, the evil would fall. All for him, all for them.
The piercing pain left her stomach, eyes stared forlornly to her side, arm weakly stretched out to the dark haired figure that had risked his life for her. He had actually cared... but caring had killed him.
Caring had killed her, but it would save so many more lives. Her enemy fell, gasping for life. He knew of no antidote for the poison she took.
The poison he shared by attempting to steal away her life. He had failed as soon as she stole away her own.
Vision began to blur and weakly she gripped a small bottle. It was too late for her, she took too long. Her body already began to lose the ability to move.
Arms wrapped around her and she looked up toward
Skydiving SonnetSkydiving Sonnet2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
At once you are at the top of it all,
Falling, falling, from the greatest of heights;
Descending from on-high, in head-long flight,
Nothing can withhold your maddening fall.
Downward, downward, back to earth you go,
All the while, you remain unaware,
That you're firmly locked within death's stare,
Of dangerous peril you do not know.
You go to release your parachute cord,
But, alas, your salvation doesn't burst;
Farther, farther, to your doom you're thrust,
Your soul to God, soon to be restored.
In the blackest dark all becomes as one,
So ends the fall, so ends the short-lived fun.
SuicideTomorrow, I decided, I will kill myself. I put down the book I'd been half-reading and wearily surveyed the room. My books littered every available surface, with clothes, cd's, and college papers lining the floor. The antiqued curtains hung loosely at my window and replayed for me all the times I'd snuck out under the night's cover. Something inside me ached for that freedom again, for the rush of an adventure. I walked through the chaos and picked up a stray blank paper from the middle of the floor. I scribbled a few lines in desperation.Suicide2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"This isn't the world I foresaw.
This isn't where I wanted to be.
I'm sorry. This life isn't for me at all.
I'm sorry for not doing this sooner."
I crumpled the paper and tossed it aside, watching it settle into a pile of A+ schoolwork that never mattered anyway. Nothing mattered, save my impending escape. The phone buzzed mercilessly fro
Plaisir infiniDouce est ma main sur ta peau sombre,Plaisir infini6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Brûlante encore est ta belle gorge.
Tu sens que nos désirs se forgent,
Dans la nuit fantastique et sa pénombre.
Chaude est ta bouche, cette polissonne inouïe,
Je sens mon échine qui frissonne !
Sous mes caresses tu t'abandonnes,
Emportée par le déferlement d'un plaisir infini !
Vibrant d'ardeur sous l'emprise de la passion,
Je recouvre ton corps de mille baisers.
Au matin, contre toi, je veux me retrouver,
J'aime quand tu me laisses t'aimer à profusion.
Dans le creux de tes bras, je suis né à nouveau.
Ton rire est adorable, je le savoure chaque jour,
Le sourire que tu arbores, si débordant d'amour !
Accroches-toi fort, nos ébats redémarrent illico !