Not Yet A WomanNot Yet A Woman5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In this life I'm a woman,
But I'm not yet a woman.
I'm a girl.
Just a girl,
But also a queen with a duty.
My life dictated by the situation,
A childhood gone long sacrificed.
For a life of politics,
Of providing a leader.
There is no mother or family.
I am Queen Amidala.
Not yet a woman,
No longer a child.
But one day this will end,
And I'll be a woman at last.
PondsThe Doctor will never get to see his Ponds again. Or will he? River brings someone special to visit.Ponds1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The Doctor was lying under the console, fiddling with some repairs. There was a slap of lightning and a familiar crackle.
He smiled to himself and waved a hand, "River, can you hand me the Zeus plugs?"
"Is that him?" said a young voice in a loud whisper.
The Doctor's eyes popped wide and he jumped up. He stared down over the railing to the entry section below. River stood there, holding the hand of a six year old little boy.
River grinned up at him, an unusual hesitance in her stance. She was holding the boy's hand very tightly.
The Doctor crept slowly down the stairs. The boy studied him avidly. The child was no taller than River's waist, he had brown hair, and green eyes, and was skinny as a stick. He hopped back and forth from foot to foot, jiggling her hand. "Is it him?" he demanded again, in a loud stage whisper.
"Yes, sweetie, it's him." She laid a gentle hand on his head,
Dooku's betrayal- Part 1Dooku's betrayal- Part 13 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Part 1- The droid general
Count Dooku walked down the long metallic corridors of the Separatist base in Utapau with a certain amount of sophistication in his step. He wore his usual black Sith attire complete with his flowing brown cloak. His finely polished black boots tapped off the ground with a loud metal clank. He arrived at the grey door leading to the council chambers. Two Pau'an guards stood at either side.
"My lord!" one said with a gracious bow. Dooku stepped forward and the door opened, he entered the circular room which over looked the newly created arena of Utapau. Two Pau'an warriors and a Gamorrean were fighting against a large Reek for the amusement of the Separatist council who were seated around the enormous round table. The lean figure of Asajj Ventress stood away from everyone else, cloaked in shadow. Dooku sat on the throne in the centre of the chairs around the table.
"I am glad you could all attend" Dooku said to the council with a pleasant smile
VictimsWe find the victimsVictims2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are easy to spot
Among the crowd amiss
It is so backwards
Why have the weak
To suffer past the boundaries of a simple shrug
Transitioning to a cut
To dark thoughts
Lead to dark actions
To be resurrected
Before having it begin again
Why not target the stronger
Let them transition from the peak
To the middle
To the gravel
Leading to equivalent torment
To be shook in their core
Before rising once again
All because of a voice
Of a victim
To become a predator
Having become the enemy
Turning on his kin
Turning on the victims
The people who held him when he was at his darkest day
Who helped him cry
Not because of pain
But of joy
Because he knew others cared
We are all victims
Do not snuff it out like a fresh flame
And have our skin crackle in the fire
We will be wanted
All the victims are
Broken and scarred as we are
WhitewashI am buying some teaWhitewash2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in a glass bottle
on a college campus.
Nobody is here after
7pm, not even the
Everyone wants to
get in their cars
and find home.
lots of waiting.
An old friend passes me
on the stairs.
We make jokes
Hell is a quiet place.
The silver token bottle cap
DanielName: Daniel NovielliDaniel10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
DOB: May 5th
Weight: 350 lbs
Occupation: Police Officer
Eye Color: Green
Hair Color: Black
Favorite area/muscle: Arms/biceps
Likes: The law, being a role model, working out, being active, cooking and baking, protecting those who cannot protect themselves,
Personality: Authoritative, masculine, highly protective, watchful, dominant, confident, spartan, dutiful,
Family: Mario and Maria Novielli
Relationship status: Single
Other interesting or unique things: Daniel goes through uniforms like copy paper. Either by outgrowing them, or flexing out of them (usually not on purpose though).
Daniel was born in 1993. Generally leading what he considers to be a 'normal' life in his younger years, the biggest point of interest he considers to be his heavily Italian heritage. While not having a strong Italian accent himself, he was taught to speak Italian fluently by his parents from a yo
Keep the Dream SafeHello my little girl, not your sister by bloodKeep the Dream Safe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never the less, over you I feel so protective,
When you think of it, it's not that odd,
With your child's love so sweet and affective.
In this sunny afternoon of May,
I sat on the bench and observed your face,
Under the willows you started your play,
You were smiling with such an innocent grace.
In Neverland far away, you gazed at the skies
After the sunset we’ll seek for the first star
How I love to see imagination in your eyes
Here you can be the dreamer that you are.
Why are they making you grow up so fast
When the time is not right?
Hurriedly trying to make your childhood a past
As foolish as to try make day into night.
Hurry my sweet, come!
We’re going back under the willows and blue skies
That’s where our dreams have their home,
A place where a fantasy never dies.
ElationA sobering moment,Elation2 years ago in Letters More Like This
when I looked down and realized
that all the grains of sand in my pockets
had drifted away to a forgotten shore
what I needed was in front of me the whole time.
Quoted a reference; to keep me from going..
Still out of life, out of existence, out of knowing.
Quixote, a dream.. a life of long living.
Solving for Panza; the terms looked ongoing.
What looks like pie, is often demanding;
a reference to itself..
sits on the floor; a valley shelf, abandon.
Looking the space.. a bubbling crowned batter.
Subject well known, this eerie ground matter.
Two or three unto the nape of havoc.
Lot of life the best of habit.
For me to see an unknown magic..
Often looks the valley floor.
Vaporous smokes will cut into,
a blue flamed dragon's sullen hue.
Made of fire, it burns my veins.
Of yeasts and wheats, it waxes and wanes.
Looking for forgotten lore..
On ocean grounds the lies mean more.
SkylineThe skyline,Skyline11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is a blank canvas.
The dawn and dusk,
Express their emotions daily.
With pointy shadows,
To guide their paths.
The time's true colours.
The life of a grain of sandShores crumble before the stormThe life of a grain of sand2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The grains of sand shipped away
Another beach they'll form
On this shore they won't stay
Far away they will gather
Maybe together, maybe alone
On which shore doesn't matter
Where away they will be blown
The wind takes the grains
Holds them tight, caries far
Blows them upon new planes
Their resting places they are
Buried by kindred sand
A river cuts through
Where now trees stand
The grain moves to the blue
Again they travel in the sea
Caught up in roaring waves
To where they always flee
Before they sink to graves
All together in one pack
Formed into a sandstone
Very tightly they all stack
Into a deep to us unknown
Deep, deep, pressure and hot
The grains now something new
Their old form they forgot
Into a hard stone they grew
Now to the surface they come
Up they go, mountains form
Again they've felt the sun
Slowly they cool to warm
They cool, they warm, they cool
Slowly they come apart
It's the elements that rule
The time for a new start
The river flows, i
GrandfatherLancaster Pennsylvania.Grandfather2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
July 3rd, 1978.
Eighty-two degrees outside.
Driving sixty eight mph down Millersville road
past miles of cornfields
And everything is silent.
Except the faint scream of wind escaping through the cracked driver side window
and the dull thud of tire treading on the newly paved road.
trying to understand,
while trying not to think,
while thinking too much,
while being silent.
And suddenly its
March of 1968
And Calley is calling
“kill them all dead”.
And he sees his daughter,
her Agent Orange colored curls
clinging to her face like napalm sticks to melting bodies;
her eyes burning brighter than Hanoi and Haiphong on December 18th, 1972.
He begins to cry
because its still
July 3rd, 1978,
Five pm, and
eighty-two degrees outside.
But in his mind it will always be March of 1968
or December of 1972,
because for him the war is still being fought;
monks and Morrison still burning;
Saigon is still screaming
like it was on April 30, 1975,
Stark DreamsWhen I was four, I had fallen on the sidewalk,Stark Dreams2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but you, a stranger, were there to pick me up.
I had no idea who you were, but you were
always there to help me out when things became
much too hard to handle by myself. You helped me
with anything, from chores to being comforted when
my parents were never home to raise me. In a sense,
you became my everything, my mother, father, brother,
and other half. You helped me to grow up, but I began
to question your presence and why I never seemed to grow.
"I thought this might happen" you had said. We walked to
the hospital, and I kept expecting the worst to happen.
I had not expected to see my parents crying over a body I
didn't recognize. I opened my mouth to ask who the person
was, but then you said to me, "For so long, I had taken
care of you, but now you need to wake up. Live a long life,
get married, have kids, and maybe we'll meet again in the
next life." With a start, I realized that I had been in a
coma for fourteen years and that you we
i haven't named thisi’m eighteen and you’re eleveni haven't named this1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and there’s not a chance
in your small world
you’d ever doubt a word i said
and then you’re eighteen
and i’m twenty-five
and i know for sure now
how little i knew then
and you’re too quick to tell me
how little i know now
and it pains me to know
that i know enough to know
that you know so much less.
I'm Just SorryCan't tell why you're still here.I'm Just Sorry1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I only bring out your deep fear.
Constantly near panic attack.
Focusing on what you lack.
So afraid that I'll go away.
Why do you want me to stay?
You deserve more than me.
Really, what do you see?
Trying to be better for you.
I don't know what I can do.
I'll try whatever I can.
I'm just sorry for who I am.
PoeThe hill haunts,Poe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screams of spirits
On hill's apex;
Poe, where do you
Haunt and heed?
Where do you and I
Float and walk
Yet equally talk?
You have passed...
Tell me dead one,
What is time to you?
Adommy - AlwaysIt was never really something Adam thought about; it just sort of… happened. Words flowed effortlessly from his mind and on to the paper in the notebook he always carried. Ideas, memories, lines; sometimes even just stupid little poems that may or may not make it into a future hit. It was all a process, a way to keep his mind busy and working. To keep his mind from the pain.Adommy - Always2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Adam’s heart leapt up to his throat as the all too familiar voice broke through his thoughts. The pencil stopped moving on the paper as he swallowed audibly and turned his attention to the man standing in the doorway.
“Can I help you, Tommy?” he asked, forcing his voice to stay calm and even, even as the pain shot through his chest. Those lips parted just ever so slightly, those eyes searching for answers to questions left unasked, the hair teased just so perfectly to fall around his face; he really was someone Adam could spend his life with. Of course, that was no longe
StarsWritten under the starsStars2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I wrote my vows to you
That no matter if we ventured far
We would do what we'd have to do
I kissed you goodbye
Tears staining my lips
And I kept wondering why
I would have to leave this
Thousands of miles away from you
I sat there all alone
Not knowing what to do
Felt like I was lost, left to fight on my own
But then I looked up at the stars
Saw them looking back at me
And although the distance between us was far
I knew under the stars was where you'd be
You asked what I would miss when I went away
I told you the stars and you
And you told me that I was your day
And that you were my moon
And if I had the choice
To choose between having you and the stars
I would use every breath, until I had no voice
To be where you are
Like Tears in the RainAll those times we've shared,Like Tears in the Rain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
All those moments, good and bad,
Even these very words,
Will eventually be lost in time,
Like tears in the rain.
Automatic"Darling"Automatic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In perfect syncopation with
Glass shattering in my bloodstream
Distance and indifference
Bleeding through the wallpaper
As I bend silver hair clips into geometric nonsense
Your fingerprints indelible on my jawline
"I was never"
The taste of ammunition
"Angry at you."
As raw broken bones
Fractured clear through the marrow.
WingsYears agoWings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I made a set of wings
Woven into the finest white silk
Edges firm with golden threads
And silvery seams.
It glimmered in the sun
Fitting snugly, if a bit heavily
On my small shoulders.
And I launched off,
Emerald dust floating the air behind me,
Leaving a trail of shimmering gem-dust.
But as I flew towards the clouds
The sun caught in my eyes
And my silken wings flamed
Charring my milky white arms
As I plummeted
Towards the dry hard earth.
I drew myself a sketch
Of a pair of magnificent wings
Emerald upon fine silk
Gold upon silver lacing.
I crafted it with subtle care
And loosed it upon the world
Created with the
Blood of dreams long-lost
Memories near forgotten
And words I've never said.
I think you may have found it.
Now it's time for you
To try and make it fly...
CalvinCalvin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I miss my friend Calvin.
I miss when he would cry in the corner of my dark room, hiding his face, scratching the walls.
But when I would turn to comfort him, he was gone.
He did love my mirror as well.
I would catch him though.
I saw his reflection, crying in the corner.
I would say hello, but he would not respond.
And I could only see him in the mirror.
It was only at night when he would talk.
But that was something I liked about him.
I could hear him breathing heavily.
I could see the indentions of his hands on the covers.
I could feel his warm breath on my neck.
But he would not let me see him.
He said he didn’t want to scare me.
I said he wouldn’t.
But he would just leave my side, and return to his corner.
Scratching the walls as he usually would.
When my mother would come the next morning, and ask who did it.
“Calvin did it.” I would say.
She would only yell at me, saying Calvin was not real.
“Yes he is.” I would say.
“Then prove it to me.
Egoto understand me, you must have been so tiredEgo2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that your electric firings ceased: so tired that your
self-preserving conductors rusted in your structures,
your rampant denials displayed on your teeth until
the insomnia gave way to lucidity: and you rested like
a convict long vindicated by the public, backlit.
My love...Her hair falls in brunette cascades.My love...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fine like silk.
More beautiful than the finest brocade.
I sit and watch her for a while.
I hope to catch a glimpse,
of her most wonderful smile.
Such pale, soft skin.
Even the smallest of blushes,
would immediatley win.
I love her.
That much is true.
I would give up anything.
For her to say it too...
Below the cover of oceanI'm breathing under crystalline water,Below the cover of ocean2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
being gently pushed and pulled with the tide.
I am a mermaid searching for a prince to give my voice.
I float and dance with the twisted sea grass.
Bright bioluminescence like stars below the cover of ocean
Until the eyes of a monster cross my path.
My surroundings morph into a murky, haunted scene.
My tail is replaced with shaking knees
and the chase begins.