RumoursInk in his arteries,Rumours2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Printed fictions on his tongue in bitter tastebud braile
He thought he could outrun the echoes
But words have wings and whispers carry
Lies travel at the speed of sound.
A world of words collapses quickly.
Not a writer, just a liar
His house of pages is on fire.
He talks in tongues, twisted, tied,
Tying nooses tighter when he tries to talk.
He talks and talks and talks in circles,
Eventually word gets around.
AbyssI contemplate the things I see,Abyss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
walking round this world today.
There's so much killing, lying and strife,
I wonder how we'll live another day.
I walk to the park,
and sit right down.
I contemplate this world,
as I watch this town.
And the darkness that lies in us all.
Until the definite fall
Of all hope and love
The ‘creator of all’
Think of it, he is not above
You shall walk past the day
Your smile gone
Clouded with dismay
What world is there to live on?
But I want to see the good
the purity in this life.
I do not want to only know
the killing, dying, pain and strife.
Surely there is good,
I know that to be so.
I have faith that there is a place
above, when we die, we'll go.
Also I believe that there is hell,
for if there is heaven there must be.
Then I realize, there's no one else around,
I am only there, just me.
So who am I talking to?
To the darkness inside you
The creeping doubt in the backs of all our minds
Pathetic to be true
Forever longing for love, defined
descent idescent2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
used to know a girl who wanted nothing more than to fly
but, she would always look down
ankles shackled to the ground.
shoulders weighed down with
fingers too stiff to bend into a fist that could hold on to anything other than the inky
black pen from which silhouettes of crows would flood the pages,
but we all know
how clumsily crows fly.
see, her pen would relentlessly trace crows.
endlessly sketched them in twisted figures,
no matter how many times she would sit and beg it-
but that black ink always turned into sludged venom biting at her fingertips and crawling up
her hands as if it were bridge
and she would cry, 'I just don’t understand
it’s as if
my body will not listen
i am not the one in control
and though i may reside within this prison
this body does not feel like home’
only no one heard her whisper
so she w
VoicesYou've got my voice,Voices3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where I am it's cold,
Cold, cold, bloody cold,
Every digit frozen
Huddled in this lack of shelter.
You're not too bad of course,
Yes I'm only guessing
(But I know for a fact you have more blankets than me right now)
And you've got my voice.
I've got yours,
Speaking in my ear about
But that's not what matters.
What matters is not what is being said
But the fact that you took the call
And kept on it.
Kept me on the phone
Keeping me alive.
CannibalsHeartless,Cannibals2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As they devour
Each and every
Hopes and dreams.
Of what you
They are those
Live in vulnerable
After Order 66After Order 666 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The 501st legion was one of the best legions in the Repubilc and now it had turned into Vader's personal stormtrooper unit. Captain Rex and the 501st landed on Coruscant finally carring out Order 66; the extermination of all the Jedi who were believed to have rebelled against the Republic. The way the events turned out was nothing but the shooting of blasters and the cries of pain right before the silence of death. On the way to Coruscant, every clone in the ship was quiet. Did they want to kill the Jedi who throughout the whole war against the Seperatists had shown care and eternal loyalty to them? Should they have done something? Did they have doubts? Any thoughts about what they were about to do? Of course there were some who felt this way, in paticular, Rex, who felt he was doing injustice and literally stabbing them in the back. Even so, not a single word was said in the ship, on Coruscant or even when they came marching into t
GrowthI remember the day I caught him 'gardening'. His cheeks stained cherry with the brisk wind that trotted beside him up and down the smothered garden path. He dropped a seed as his feet brushed past each other. Up and down he walked, a solemn lieutenant. I asked him what he was doing and those wide sky eyes reflected the ice as he told me he was trying to grow flowers for his mother. I looked at the seeds spilt on the snow and told him that they could never grow in these circumstances. I will never forget the clench in my heart when he responded, with a child's tongue; "I know".Growth2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Star Wars:The CloneWars Quotes"Great leaders inspire greatness in others."Star Wars:The CloneWars Quotes4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Belief is not a matter of choice, but of conviction."
"Easy is the path to wisdom for those not blinded by themselves"
"A plan is only as good as those who see it through."
"The best confidence builder is experience."
"Trust in your friends, and they'll have reason to trust in you."
"You hold onto friends by keeping your heart a little softer than your head."
"Heroes are made by the times."
"Ignore your instincts at your peril."
"Most powerful is he who controls his own power."
"The winding path to peace is always a worthy one, regardless of how many turns it takes."
"Fail with honor rather than succeed by fraud."
"Greed and fear of loss are the roots that lead to the tree of evil."
"When surrounded by war, one must eventually choose a side."
"Arrogance diminishes wisdom."
"Truth enlightens the mind, but won't always bring happiness to your heart."
"Fear is a disease; hope is its only cure."
"A single chance is a galaxy of hope."
"It is a r
Master Plan: Rewritten: Chapter 3Chapter 3: RewrittenMaster Plan: Rewritten: Chapter 32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I can't tell you what my thoughts were when I woke up. I felt automatic, a yawn stretching my mouth open and my back arching in a stretch. I swung my feet out of bed, my eyes hazy and mind foggy. Blindly, I wandered out of the bedroom and to the bathroom, where I came face-to-face with my shirtless self.
My hair was sticking up in random directions, eyes blurry with groggy tears. I rubbed the small of my back, internally complaining on how it hurt- must've slept on it funny- and I slowly started to focus on some marks lining my neck... and collarbone... and chest.
I stumbled backwards, slipping on the bathroom mat and colliding with the shower curtain- though it did me no justice, for I fell directly into the tub and broke the curtain, which fell on me. I squeaked as my head hit the shower wall, not hard but hard enough for me to rub it and groan. In an instant, someone was pulling me up, and I fell into an also-shirtless Adam.
"Jeez, are you alright, Glitterbaby?"
My Path to MadnessI broke my dreams, all over they are scattered!My Path to Madness2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
With their presence no one they have ever flattered.
Life is something given to us without our permission,
I have never understood on this planet my mission.
I remember the time when I was burning with ambition,
But I failed and dropped out from all competitions.
I wish no one was born on that February day in 1997,
Maybe my life would have been close to heaven,
I want to rewind the clock back to the dark 2011.
Yes, there were hard times, but at least love did not burn me,
Against my well-being it did not turn me.
She is tattooed on my mind by cupid himself,
Because of her slowly I am losing myself.
The end really came for me that winter in 2012!
Yes, she did help me come out of an old shelf,
But what was next she never told me,
I am facing destiny with no one to hold me.
I am just a soul wandering in empty space,
I cannot see the way I am going; I am blinded by her grace.
I am guided by the illusions of her face.
This is called madness an
SW: PersuasionSenator Amidala walked through the sparsely occupied hallways of the Senate Building, head held high and features impassive. To her great relief, no one approached her with afterthought comments or lingering concerns they had regarding the Council meeting that had recently been adjourned. She was virtually absolute in her belief that any reminder of what she would immediately name one of the most infuriating debates she had ever participated in would set her on edge. All Padmé desired was to forget about the frustrating ordeal entirely.SW: Persuasion4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had begun like any other Senate session, and had finished like most of them as well. In fact, it had been remarkably similar to at least two other she could name off the top of her head in addition to that. Perhaps it was just in her mind. But more likely it was the repetition that bothered her. The fact that their system had fallen into a continuous loop that she could
FlyingHear me read it!Flying2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A poem emerges,
a sudden and dazzling spark
blistering the sky with its trail.
It is a paper aeroplane
aflame as it enters your atmosphere.
It begins to burn, to rage -
The lette rs peel of f
a nd d is per s e wi ldly.
These fragments of my words,
my thoughts and hopes;
burn in the nightscape.
They are the stars.
SilenceQuietSilence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is nothing that we can tell each other
We just stand there
staring at each other
We wonder what had happened
We used to have so much to say
we had so much to laugh
but now there is just silence
and we turn around and
...in different directions
Hoping that we'll never meet again
Everything seem said
and it's over, we're done with it
Double NegativeI have never loved you.Double Negative2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I did not love you from that misty
September morning when we met.
I did not love you the first moment
I gazed into those saccharine eyes.
I have never, in fact, loved the roughness
in your soft voice when it says my name.
I have never loved the look on your face
when you smile over your bagel at me.
I don't love the cocoa streaked in your hair
or the way it ruffles its feathers upright
when you fall from your warm bed-nest,
half asleep, vulnerable and shy in the morning.
I do not love you.
I did not love you in that very moment
when your breath snagged against my lip
as it finally brushed yours - no, I did not.
I did not love you the first, second, or last time.
Listen to me carefully, my sweet -
I have never loved you, I will never love you.
I will not love you until my very last breath
and the absences of breath beyond that.
I will never love you for all that makes you
the warm, compassionate fighter in my corner.
I won't accept you for all your innocen
What is love?What is love?What is love?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it something beyond our grasp
Just as a crafty dove?
Or is it something more,
That reaches into our very core?
Is it the only thing that can give us hope
And gives us the strength not to mope
Or is it something that is oh so fake,
That it can cause us to break?
Maybe it’s a double- edged sword
That can be either good or bad
Depending on who holds the key to our precious cord?
What is love?
hypocritical kiss she wondered if she was a masochist forhypocritical kiss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
loving this boy who obviously
had better things to do like
he sat in his bedroom with a bottle of
advil and wondered
if he should swallow the entire thing
because hatred breeds hatred-
ever since he was bullied in seventh grade
he'd hated himself, he told
her. he'd figured
since they hated him he ought to hate himself.
sometimes he wished things
had turned out differently and
he and the girl could live
happily ever after.
she wondered if he'd be dead
in the morning
if he was dead right now
so she texted him and told him everything.
he wondered how long the girl
had been a masochist
because anyone who runs a blade
down her hip repeatedly
she knew she needed help
but hearing it from her suicidal boyfriend
Aira-ty Nokta historyAira-ty Nokta history2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
NAME: Aira-ty Nokta
HOME PLANET: Lonagh Wha
HEIGHT: 1.67 meters
WEIGHT: 61 kilograms
SKIN: Pale purple-ish
WEAPON: As padawan a lightsaber with green colored blade
As a mercenary Westar-34 twin blasters and knife. Additional weapons: flame thrower, grenades, poisoned darts, hidden blades, etc.
After the Clone Wars she built a new lightsaber with purple colored blade
SHIP: part owner of the Slave I, and has a modified Swiftwind-class courier, the Sleek Blade.
Aira-ty bornt as the single child of her parents on Lonagh Wha. When she was 4 a Jedi Knight arrived to the planet and recognized the little girl’s force sensitivity and convinced her parents to let her go to the Jedi Temple.
In the Temple despite her best efforts Aira-ty remained strongly emotional and restless, almost unable to meditate but she was skilled at lightsaber fight.
She was very fond of her best friend Sabor Ng'hru, as a teen she even had a
NobodyNobody is better than you.Nobody3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nobody is better than me.
Nobody understands you.
Nobody understands me.
Nobody likes you.
Nobody likes me.
Nobody loves you.
Nobody loves me.
Nobody cares about you.
Nobody cares about me.
Nobody wants to play with you.
Nobody wants to play with me.
Nobody is a killer than you.
Nobody is a killer than me.
Nobody fires you.
Nobody fires me.
Nobody takes care of you.
Nobody takes care of me.
Nobody wants you to die.
Nobody wants me to die.
Nobody is crazy like you.
Nobody is crazy like me.
Nobody beats a crap out of you.
Nobody beats a crap out of me.
Nobody wants you to live.
Nobody wants me to live.
Nobody is scared of you.
Nobody is scared of me.
Nobody is smarter than you.
Nobody is smarter than me.
Nobody is a garbage like you.
Nobody is a garbage like me.
Nobody wants you to be god.
Nobody wants me to be god.
Nobody is you.
Nobody is me.
PondsThe Doctor will never get to see his Ponds again. Or will he? River brings someone special to visit.Ponds2 years 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,
Peter at the Head: A Lesson in LeadershipPeter at the Head: A Lesson in Leadership2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Peter is the leader of both these Scripture passages and present us with lessons about human leadership. Peter, because of his temperament, was a leader. Scripture, when it lists the Twelve (or any group of them) always names him first, and he teaches us by his example both positively and negatively. The way light is used, additionally, helps us to discern the meaning behind his actions.
In the Acts of the Apostles, Peter and John enter the temple because they are on their way to the 3 o'clock hour of prayer (cf. Acts 3:1-10). As they go on their way to pray with everyone else they encounter a man begging at the temple gate. Peter said to him first “I can neither give you silver or gold … but what I do I have I give you … Jesus the Nazorean” (Acts 3:6). Peter promised him nothing earthly. He did not promise him healing nor did he promise him a life of wealth. He rather gave him Christ and the crippled man became strong.
By his example Peter showed us how the w
FolkdanceSing we now all of our joy,Folkdance3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Dance we all together
Through the rocky mountain cleft,
'mid the purple heather.
Merry our folk, with clasped hands
Our feet sink down like roots;
Morning wind is in our hair,
Night wind in our flutes.
'twixt day and night we hold our jig
'tween night and day your harrow
Our tune has crooked you at the knee,
Our music's in your marrow
Death may be, to hear our horn
Winding in an eyrie-glen:
No mortal foot may quit our floor,
Nor return again.
Unfettered dance, loosed of time,
In seeming hours pass
Evening dew turns morning mist
Our footprints in the grass
Traipsing came, full-flushed youth,
Whose light step earned our praise;
Trembling leave, pale old man -
Last night ye danced your days.
Dance we now, all of our joy,
Sing we all together
In some forgotten mountain cleft
Just here, or there, or never.
Star Wars: Divided Loyalties 2"It's me," Fives said as he stepped into sight with his hands up.Star Wars: Divided Loyalties 24 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"What happened?" Ahsoka asked.
"They panicked and scattered," Fives said. "I can't blame them. Scattering was probably a smart thing to do. There wasn't any way they could be prepared for that."
"Did many of the others survive?" Rex asked.
"I think about half of them did. I'll try to get in contact with them through their comlinks."
"You round them up. Rex and I will be going after the pirates," Ahsoka said.
Even with his helmet on, Ahsoka sensed Fives's surprise. "You're going after them?"
"Just scouting. After I find out what we're up against, I'll contact Aayla Secura and see if we can get reinforcements from the other side of the planet," Ahsoka reassured Fives.
Rex and Ahsoka took off at a jog.
Even in the darkness, the Rancors' trail was easy to follow but Ahsoka was careful not to follow without looking for traps.
She held up her hand, halting Rex. Ahead of them, she saw the light of a fire. "You circle around to