The MermenAt night we go down to the sea,The Mermen4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And drown ourselves.
Peel away our skins to reveal the
Wet, gelatinous mess of our muscle and fat and fin.
At night we go down, down to the ocean,
At night we shed our flesh,
And wear the shards of
Moonlight, sand and spray like shivering, nascent scales.
At night we go down, inexorably to the ocean,
Fold and hide our skins
In the rockpools, in the cold
Salt-water steppe. We play at being, just for a while.
At night we go down to the sea bed,
Curl up on the patterned
Sand, the ridges of our bodies,
Entwine and lose ourselves, in doing so find each other.
At night we go down to the ocean,
And drown ourselves.
In the morning we stitch each other
Back into our malformed flesh.
Rub the sand from our eyes,
Brush the salt out of our hair
And wash it from our lips.
Remove the scent of brine from our
Minds, the feel of
Muscle, fat and fin.
And we play at being human.
Keep my face from the sea, and
Turn my face from you.
If, when we play at being human, we glimps
My Dragon Ball Z - Power LevelsInitial SSJ = 50x BaseMy Dragon Ball Z - Power Levels3 years ago in Letters More Like This
MSSJ = 10x Base
ASSJ = 1.75x SSJ
USSJ = 2.5x ASSJ
LSSJ = 5x SSJ
SSJ2 = 5x MSSJ
SSJ3 = 10x SSJ2
Muten Roshi 139
Piccolo ( Makankosappo ) 1.330
Goku ( Kamehameha ) 924
Gohan Angry 710
Gohan Enraged 1.307
King Kaio 3.500
Gohan Masenko 2.800
Oozaru Gohan 10.000
Goku Powered Up 8.000
Goku Kaio-Ken 12.000
Goku 2x Kaio-Ken 16.000
Goku 3x Kaio-Ken 24.000
Goku 3x Kaio-Ken ( Kamehameha ) 27.000
Goku 4x Kaio-Ken 32.000
Vegeta ( Galick Gun ) 27.000
Oozaru Vegeta 100.000
Moster Zarbon 29.000
Gohan ( Hidden Power ) 14.000
Kuririn ( Hidden Power ) 13.000
Vegeta ( Zenkai from Zarbon ) 30.000
Gohan ( vs Reecome ) 20.000
TibetI found a poemTibet2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
caught between your knucklebones
like a prayer flag.
driving through canyonsher back bendsdriving through canyons3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a split lip
ripe and red
and she smiles
onto the ground
"step on the gas,"
her face shining
in the morning sun
an american face
with rose cheeks
and apple eyes
and her american laugh
through cherished cherries
pits echoing on the floor
and i guess
i love her
like a split lip
ripe and red
mediumslife begins as a blank sheet of papermediums5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is clear, snowy white, pure as glass
it is yearning to be written on, waiting for shades of color, tiny pointless doodles and words to embellish its page
and so time passes.
if evil decides to show its presence, then the page is shaded in with black sharpie, starting from the center, where it plots until it finally, slowly, carefully yet with a certain sort of recklessness with it, reaches out to the edges and poisons the paper with its dark shades of impenetrable ink.
if a person is full of wishes and dreams that will never happen, then pencil is what writes them in. they can easily be erased, their spot taken by a new dream, a new wish. they are just ideas, fluttering there, ready to fly away to a new wisher, another dreamer, to maybe become something more than just pencil.
if a person's personality is bold and daring, then luminous, solid brush strokes decorate the paper, staining the life with memories that have a certain ringing
HotelRoom 17Hotel4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lying bent on his back,
Tethered loosely to life; red-rash arm,
thinks of his mom sometimes.
Tethered hard to the bed, rubber cord,
arms like maps, veins thick as rivers,
3 years since rain, the drought has cracked the ceiling.
Ticker tape at 45 degrees,
a blue/white prize winning sashay
for the door frame,
Crime Scene Crime Scene Crime Scene
encompassed the chalk body,
that sleeps flat and silent by the entrance, the doorbell
is broken - gunshot holes in the wall like spat tea leaves.
Her daughter, Eleven now can't see her homework,
earring's like her two blown lightglobes,
she shares the space, shitty, hazy single room, split beds,
nylon orange quilts. Identical. Mom's heart surges after nightshifts,
hand shakes that she is safe, extra gold lock on the door
at dawn, tired - exhausted,
Rusted apples in the kitchen.
He once owned a house, Eve
Love Letter From Moon to SunDearest sun,Love Letter From Moon to Sun4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Everyone keeps telling me that you'll just burn me, that you're too hot to handle. But I don't think I'd mind- because my world quite literally revolves around you, and I'm fine to get caught up in your orbit, even if it leads me to oblivion. We rise and fall and wax and wane, a vicious cycle of quite unrequited love, a long fatal love chase, putting an end to more days than I care to number that I could have spent with you instead, if only you would let me catch up.
I think about you every night, and I long for the days when we share a horizon- even though I'm the one rising and you're setting. It's tragic, seeing you slip away like that, in a maelstrom of color and energy, and feeling it's my fault in a way, that I can do nothing about it. Those creatures down below, they like say it's a mistake when we appear together in the sky, like two irises glaring judgementally down upon them, that it's as if I woke up too early- but secretly, I sometimes do it on purp
MachineAll's fair in war [and] loveMachine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But [I've] fought for both.
Your [spent] cartridges scatter,
[all] for nothing.
Is [this] what lies look like?
[Time] does not guarantee love. (We've rusted.)
If you're [feeling] worthless, you're right.
[Something] in your ceaseless grinding gears,
something in [you], tells me when to pull the trigger.
You [can't] do this anymore. I'm drained.
I [feel] the cold cogs in your eyes turning, scanning,
staring [at] me. You still want everything.
[All] of me me me. The hinge of your wrist beckons.
[Oh], I'm tired of bullets and promises.
[You're] splintering my heart like a bone.
You're [a] war I'm done fighting.
You're a [machine].
i have you bookmarked -vii. Sometimes breakfast, lunch and dinner were like art; food was flung from each corner, creating a futile canvas on every wall. I played a scale of musical doors as they slammed one by one. I'm sure I broke a fewi have you bookmarked -4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
vocalchords too. He was always right beside me, yet so far.
But we mingled together. When his hand gripped mine with his feathery touch, it seemed okay to pretend. Maybe my mind still needed to develop, needed watering. Or maybe together we just made feelings obsolete.
iv. And we did.
We sat on park benches blowing smoke kisses and watched movies, that only seemed good because everything else on TV was crap.
Bubblegum. Pot. Gallons of ice-cream. We fed two pigeons and named them Ben and Jerry. We danced to Genesis, even though we both knew that they were possibly the most overplayed band in the world-universe-all-shopping-centers-in-London-ever.
At night we slipped between the park gates and sat by the lake. It felt like the moon was right ne
Crossover:Mind of a TimeLord- 1It was stormy, there would be many lightning strikes tonight; Sherlock ran. The wide open meadow would be directly hit by the lighting, and shelter was miles away. The unanticipated had occurred and suddenly his stomach began to churn; a fleeting image passed through his mind and the smell of chlorine ran past his nose. The emotion of rushing and shock; shock was not a feeling he'd become accustomed to, the knowledge that he had not known and a great fear of the unknown. Watson walking out and looking at him, his eyes filled with something he could not interpret and within that moment he lost of sense of reality; his reality was his deduction, knowing and understanding the grounded and anticipated truth- he'd lost that within a moment when Watson walked out. He'd soon regained it, understanding that he'd been tricked momentarily, but the feeling lingered, insecurity and slight defeat; not knowing the truth.Crossover:Mind of a TimeLord- 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His black curls were flat against his head and his chest heaved; their plan had
The Fool's FarewellI leave behind those memoriesThe Fool's Farewell10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That caused me so much pain
I leave them in your keeping
Until I come for you again
Someday I hope to hear you
Call me by your name
When that day comes I pray you will have
Set aside your shame
This time is now unknown to me
And until I find my place
I'll cling to memories of your voice
And of your warrior's grace
We spoke those words that hurt and harm
Sweet venom filled with lies
Three small words were what I yearned
If we exchanged goobyes
Forever will they remain unsaid
Lost 'til the end of time
But in my heart I'll always know
That you should have been mine.
The Vampire King part 21It had been a few hours since I sent my sentinels out to find Cassandra. The sun was beginning to create a glow in the distance so I knew they would have to be back soon. Worry was eating me up inside, worry and guilt. If something happened to her I would be as guilty of her death now as I was then... It seemed that fate had planned for me to make sure she died each time I found her. I wasn't sure if I could handle it now, though.The Vampire King part 214 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had had several temper flare up since the one that destroyed the desk. It was an uncontrollable reaction to the grief and frustration that was building inside me. I felt trapped in these walls, unable to go and look for Cassandra myself because of this hideous body I was now surrounded by. The danger would be if I decided to go find her during one of the temper flares. Each one lasted longer than the last and each one was harder to control.
I didn't want to hurt anyone, I never did, but it was not my mind that guided me when these mood swings hit. All the p
One Sentence ConfessionsLight YagamiOne Sentence Confessions5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I'd give anything to take it all back, start over, and get a second chance at being your friend; as many times as I've tried to prove the contrary, I should know better than anyone that you just can't spell "Light" without "L."
Kira is supposed to be our savior, a god, if you will. When my mother was alive, she always used to tell me that God was kind and gentle and understanding, and that whenever I had a problem, God would always be there to listen and comfort me. I'm not stupid; I see how Light treats me like dirt and then tells me he loves me, as if that will make everything better. I can't help but recall the time I was in your custody, when I ate a little too much sushi and promptly got a stomach ache; you got me some medicine and sat up with me, chatting about random things, until I fell asleep, nevermind that you pretty much knew for a fact that I was the second Kira. I wondered then that if Kira is all about ridding the world of evil, and
Halo: More than FictionThere are Halo fans, and then there are Halo fans. There are gamers who preorder the game as soon as such an opportunity is available, spend months patiently awaiting its release, attend the midnight distribution to acquire their copy, and rush home to spend hours blitzing through campaign missions. That's devotion, right? Not even close.Halo: More than Fiction4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Halo franchise has made a hefty impact on culture worldwide, most significantly Western culture, and millions across the globe have experienced the wonder of turning on the Xbox and hearing that timeless, haunting Gregorian melody which precludes the coming joyride. It's only natural that within the fan base there would be people who take the concept of being a "fan" to another level entirely. While many are "Normal mode" fans, these individuals would be best classified as "Legendary," or dare I say "Mythic mode" fans-- those who go above and beyond the call of duty (no pun intended) to express their love for Halo
This Much Gerard peers into the cradle, on his tip-toes, straining to catch a glimpse of the newest Way. His mother laughs, something tired and loving, and swoops to pick the small boy up. She holds him on her hip and whispers to him he can wave hello, that this is Mikey. The toddler waves his hand downwards.This Much5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The infant blinks upwards and outstretches his arms, smiling, as though saying, "Hello, I love you!"
And Gerard smiles.
Fallen leaves soften the pounding of feet against the pavement, and Mikey slows to look down at them only to be tugged by the arm. He's reluctant, nervous to go to school, but Gerard seems pretty stubborn on dragging him there anyway.
"Why do I have to do this?" the youth whines.
"'Cause you just have to."
"But I don't know these people! What if they hate me?"
Gerard sighs in exasperation. "They won'
I Call Him CompulsionThree. Four. Five. I like five; it feels complete. Okay, one more time. SixI Call Him Compulsion4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"How long does it take to get a glass of water?" my husband calls from the living room.
"Sorry, I'm coming." I resist the urge to rinse the glass a few more times. Cleanliness is not a factorit's the numbers. The completion. The habit. I take a sip of my water and force myself to stop asking if I should just run the water one more time.
I join Sam in the living room and sit in my usual spot: the center recliner. He always lies on the couch to watch TV. It works.
He hits the play button, and we watch ten minutes of reality before the demon sneaks into my mind again. This time I see fire. It sparks from the dryer, blisters the walls, and rushes tsunami-like towards my son's room. It licks at my daughter's curtains.
I see them lying in their beds, unaware of the destruction. I see walls of flame keeping me from them.
"I have to go to the bathroom," I say. Sam pauses the show. The beast in
ForgivenessI can forgive the man who kills me, but I will still be deadForgiveness8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can forgive the one who lies to me, but distrust will still be bred.
I can forgive the one who cuts me, but I will still bleed.
I can forgive the one who takes from me but I will still be in need.
I can forgive the one who hurts me, but it does not erase the pain.
To forgive the unrepentant heart, means they'll only do it again.
"I'm sorry" does not stop the blood nor tears that freely flow.
How can one cause such an effect and claim they did not know?
To cause a wound in heart or flesh, may heal but it takes time.
Forgiveness does not erase the fact that there was ever a crime.
Forgiveness does the soul much good, and letting go helps for sure
But there are consequences for every deed that its victims must endure.
Hey Delilah - Stalker Remix -Hey There DelilahHey Delilah - Stalker Remix -7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What's it like in New York City?
you've got a restraining order on me
It makes me feel quite shitty,
Yes it do...
No one can do that 'cept for you,
You know it's true.
Hey There Delilah
Don't you worry about the distance,
I have got a long-range camera
And it really makes the difference,
Close your eyes...
Turn on the lights now, look, SURPRISE...
I'm by your side!
*Hoe, it's what you do to me
You hoe, I've got an STD,
Hoe, it's what you do to me
You hoe, I've got an STD,
I've got an STD
Hey There Delilah
I know times are gettin' hard,
I'll beat up all of your new boyfriends,
Smash their heads with this guitar...
We'll have it good...
I'll have you like I knew I would,
My aim is good...
Hey There Delilah
I've got so much left to say!
Why are you looking so damn frightened?
Why are you making haste away?
You'll make me cry...
You'd have me committing suicide,
That's on your life.
A thousand miles seem pretty far,
But I've got spies in planes and cars
I'd follow you i
Combat Training: Chapter 4, The Arena“I have to admit, Commander, when you invited me out for a night of stimulating action, this is not what I had envisioned.” Samantha yelled, crouching behind a holographic concrete barrier in the Armax Arsenal Arena, shots ricocheting off the backside. Shepard stood over her cover, another barrier ten yards away, and fired her M-8 Avenger and ducked back under cover.Combat Training: Chapter 4, The Arena2 years ago in Romance More Like This
“This not exciting enough for you?” She yelled back as Samantha peaked over the cover and fired. Shepard used the covering fire to run, and slide next to Samantha “What you have in mind?” Shepard teased.
Samantha ducked back down, “Less guns, more screaming.” The women laughed. As a concussive shot hit the barrier, Samantha sank as far as she could. “They’re not real…they’re not real.” Samantha reminded herself.
“No. Don’t do that. Don’t get through it only becau
The pill you take 6The pill you take 64 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Juna laid her head on Fun's lap while she slept as he runs his fingers thought her dark red hair, her bruises faded along with her cuts, Party and the others have been gone for two weeks as this thought passed through Fun's head he heard a car pull up, looking towards the door, he knew that the other KillJoys here would keep any unwanted people guess away. He sat there hearing muffed voiced as the doors opens and Fun smiles when he sees his friends walk back in "Hey." He whispers point to the sleeping girl on his lap,
"Hey how have you two been?" Kobra kid asked, as he hung his arms around the tattoo man and kissed him on the lips,
"We have been alright."
"And Babe?" Jet asked
"She urrrh had done nothing but sleep."
"Has she been eating?" Party asked as he knelt in front of her
"She been picking." He said, Party frowns "I think she depressed."
"Can you blame her?" Kobra kid said, Party touches her face with his hand brushing a few strains out of her fa
Ruvik x Reader|ChapterSix|DoctorMarceloJimenez|As you walked through the corridors shadowed with darkness all you could see was the outline of Ruvik’s back. Heat returned once again to your cheeks “Why do I always blush when I think of Ruvik?” you thought to yourself “It’s not like he’s someone famous or super-hot” you glanced to your right trying to hide your blushing vibrant orbs upon your face, you noticed a figure in the distance.Ruvik x Reader|ChapterSix|DoctorMarceloJimenez|6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
You instinctively grabbed onto the fabric which resided upon Ruvik’s back “What?” he muttered ever so slightly turning to see you in his eye-line, your (E/C) orbs connected with his “I just saw someone in that direction” you pointed down a sharp but long corridor. Ruvik smirked “So?” the lack of interest in his voice irritated you. You tutted and removed your grip on his back “I just thought it might be something, you know” you shrugged not wanting to think of what ‘exactly’ it was.
He stopped i
ME2: One Night in Nos Astra with...ThaneME2: One Night in Nos Astra with...Thane2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Azure, Nos Astra, Illium, A few days after the destruction of the Alpha Relay….
Shepard curled up in a lounge chair, sweatshirt drawn tightly around her. She ignored the buzz of hundreds of shuttles that flew across Illium crowded skies. She loved cities, the buzz, the energy, life compressed into a million shoe boxes all chattering and clattering for attention. Illlium was no different than Vancouver, although now she could look down at the masses below from the balcony of a luxury hotel. Back then, she looked down to the pavement so as not to trip on her own feet, not attract the attention of the predators that hunted in the shadows of great office towers and government buildings. Back then trust was hard to come by. Love, no lust, was fleeting and safety non existent.
She trusted the Alliance and they turned their back to her the moment she died.
It all fell apart without you, Commander. Everything you stirred up, the Council just wanted it gone.
And then sh
She's half a step from me1994-iShe's half a step from me4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Call me Harry," she said. "Boys can get away with anything."
I was playing with matches. Letting the flame lick and dance and gutter in the wind. Letting it almost touch the paint on my front door. Daring it to peel away.
The heat from the tiny flame was scratching at the tip of my thumb and I wondered, could I absorb it? If I let it burn a little further down the match, will the fire rush in and fill the dark and cold space that is me?
Love-making over, she rested her head on my shoulder and whispered into my neck. As I was falling asleep she breathed "I will always come back to you."
That was the year the bright blue paint on my front door started to fade. I told Harriett that if my father was still around, he would repaint it. She said that if my mother was still around, she'd tell me to get off my lazy ass and do it myself.
I laughed at that; Ha
Crys Girls: Cry X Reader Part 11 [FINAL]Cry's Girl:Cry X ReaderCrys Girls: Cry X Reader Part 11 [FINAL]2 years ago in Romance More Like This
It had been a few weeks since you first appeared on the stream with the late night crew. You soon became part of the regular crew and the fans loved to see you on the stream. People were always excited to hear you and Cry making jokes with each other and they would always want to hear about how things were going between you. You had finally gotten used to the fact that everyone knew who you were, well at least a part of you, the side that you didn't show the internet was still kept between you and Ryan.
Your Youtube channel had really taken off and you we starting to post regular videos on there, you even had your own name for your fans which you called (Fandom name). You couldn't believe how much your life had hanged in such a short amount of time. It was as if you were dreaming. You managed to quit your job at the art shop, you were a little sad since it was a nice place but the look on your bosses face when you