InnocenceInnocence in that little blue uniform.Innocence3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Skirt to the knee, tie up tight-
Modest, pale face and blonde ponytail.
As kids, we kept our hungers to ourselves.
The skirt moves up an inch,
Our bodies move and change
Busts burst out of our shirts,
Trousers stretch at the inseam.
Dark eyes, an unnatural blush,
Schoolgirl crushes, and newfound courage,
Firsts and seconds are kissed and told,
But everything stops at the first button undone.
Lipstick, hair down, skirt midthigh.
We dance at night and yawn in the mornings,
Daydream in class and kiss in the bushes
Girls ache to be thinner,
Boys ache to be bigger,
Everyone wanting, exploring- buttons undone.
Below the belt, but tell no-one.
Secrets kept, mouths shut.
Make-up smudged, hair ruffled, skirt at our ankles.
Bodies meshed together, sweating,
So shy before, but no shame now,
Best friends, boyfriends,
No-one and someone,
What's-his-name from last night,
Blurred face and sleeping through classes,
And everyone, everyone knows.
Innocence in that
The Invader falls in love Ch1The Invader falls in love Ch14 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a early Monday morning, when a lot of people began to wake up to get ready for work and others for skool.
"GAZ WAKE UP, IT'S MONDAY" Dib yelled from the other side of Gaz's door. "be quiet!!!" Gaz yelled back rather annoyed for being interrupted from her peaceful sleep. It took her a while to focus and stood up from her bed. 'I hate Mondays' Gaz's said to herself. She walked up to her closet and picked out her clothes she was going to wear.
After Gaz finished getting dressed she walked up to her mirror. Nothing had really changed much over the years, Gaz was now a 16 and she is still known as the scary freak who loves to play video games. But the only thing different about her was her looks, she became beautiful. Her purple hair now reached down her shoulders. She was still rather short, reaching only 5'1, but had managed to get a very nice chest and body. Even though she was still considered an absolute freak, guys stared at her and wished to have her bu
Guide to Equine Manipulation 2Guide to Equine Manipulation 23 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Notes This is the sequel to the first Guide to Equine Manipulation. It contains new sections, more advice and redone tutorial links. As previously, you can find links to tutorials in the artist's comment.
I. Step One - Cutting
I have found the best tool to use for cutting the pen tool (or paths if you're in Gimp). It is superior to the eraser in that you don't have to worry about clear lines and jagged cuts. It takes a bit of getting used to at the start, but after that you can go faster than when you use the eraser.
II. Step Two - Smudging?
Smudging is a fad in photo manipulations. It is intended to get rid of grains. It is not meant to make your horse blurry and plastic looking! An over smudged horse is an almost a sure sign of an amateur photo manipulation artiest. You don't want people to think you're an amateur! So don't over smudge. The horse should never be blurrier than the background (unless you are purposely using something else as the focus). When you do smudge, there
Very Model of a Modern HistoryVery Model of a Modern History5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
This is the very model of a modern History,
It's information empirical, republican, and monarchy,
It shows the kings of England, and it quotes the fights historical
From Uruk to Pulang Lupa, in order categorical;
It very well acquaints you with matters orginal,
It explains Darwin, and introduces men aboriginal,
About Bigfoot and cavemen it's teeming with a lot o' news,
With many cheerful facts about the hoax of the Piltdown clues.
It's very good with Western and Eastern Roman emperors;
It shows the scientific names of beings animalerous:
In short, in matters empirical, republican, and monarchy,
This is the very model of a modern History.
It knows our mythic history, King Arthur's and Sir Caradoc's;
It explains hard koans, it's info history's paradox',
It quotes in elegiacs all the crimes of Heliogabalus,
In past it can floor peculiarities archaeologous;
It can tell of undoubted Raphaels, Gerald Dows and Zoffanies,
It tells the chanting hymns from the European abbeys,
Then it can show a
The Nightmare Epic, pt. IV - The Nightmare RisesThe Nightmare Epic, pt. IV - The Nightmare Rises2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
THE NIGHTMARE EPIC
- Ponies with Turisas
[note the link in the description]
The Nightmare Rises
"It is as I feared."
A dark mare appears
Night passed on as she feared for the dawn
The Longest Day rising, was the prophecy right?
Time is up, what to do, she has no plan
Powerless waiting for worst!
"Stars will aid her free "
Ponies gather for the celebration
Shadow on the moon has gone
Curtains fall, but where's Princess ?
Above the ponyfolk a dark mare appears,
her mane like a starbelt, her eyes cold as Moon.
Gazes below, observes them, so small and helpless now
She observes, and she smiles.
"Evening dear ponies
d'you still remember your queen of night?"
Her words echo in hall:
"Farewell your Sun for you see it no more!"
To the wind she leaves
Something must be done, no time
Stonewall JacksonStonewall Jackson8 years ago in Historical More Like This
At the outbreak of the Civil War, the Confederate Army commissioned Thomas Jonathan Jackson as a colonel in the Virginia forces, given the job of organizing the forces and dispatches of the newborn army. He would eventually rise to the rant of Lieutenant General, renowned for his military and strategic skill in both the North and the South. During his stealthy march around General Pope's Union Army, a Philadelphia paper remarked, "The prayerful partisan has not been heard from for a week, which bodes no good." At Harper's Ferry, a group of over 11,000 captured Union soldiers greeted him with exultation and "marked respect." However, this says little about T. J. Jackson as a person. Often viewed as indifferent and eccentric by his troops, his only excusing factor was that he brought them victory without fail.
Legends of his character, sprouted often from total fiction, could not eclipse the well know and documented idiosyncrasies of this lauded Confederate General. His
NevermoreShovels digging deepNevermore2 months ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
You’re turning in your sleep
They quote the raven “Nevermore”
Moths with wings darker than night
Flapping, creeping, seeking,
always toward the light
In the night they come flying
Hearing the screams of dreams dying
Whisper in your ear
That darkness is your fear
Shovels digging deep
You’re turning in your sleep
They quote the raven “Nevermore”
Your hopes have gone black
You must fight back
The pencil is yours, master painter
Listen, hear their voices grow fainter
This nightmare is yours, paint it red
With their blood for tears they never shed
An empty grave 6 feet deep
You’re smiling in your sleep
You quote the raven “Nevermore”
RegretsThe thoughts of Wheatley and Chell at the end of Portal 2.Regrets3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
GAR SPOILERS BLAH!!
Portal 2 and all it's characters belong to Valve.
I wish I could take it all back. I really do; I really do wish I could take it all back. And not just 'cause I'm stranded in space. You know what I would say if I ever saw her again? I would say I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I was bossy, and monstrous. I never meant for it to go that far. Before it all, back when I was just Wheatley, gliding around on my management rail, I would have never wanted all that to happen. I became like Her. Just like Her. It was just the astounding feeling of my new body, how big I was, how powerful, and in control. But all the new programming and urges built into the system, always pushing me to want more and have it never be enough But I can't blame it all on the circuitry. I was selfish. I was too obsessed with what I had become, and she was so tiny and insignificant. But you know, if I'd really t
Conspiracy [Kiba Inuzuka Ficlet]Conspiracy [Kiba Inuzuka Ficlet]2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
[Name] looked up from the book she had been skimming over when she heard the sound of familiar barking. When she saw Akamaru approaching her without Kiba by his side, it had her blinking before she got up in a hurry. She began to worry about the brown haired teen; his dog was never not by his side, no matter what was going on. So had something happened to him?
“Akamaru, what's wrong?”she asked, putting her hand through the soft, white fur atop the huge dogs head. Akamaru barked once more before signaling to her that he wished for her to hop on his back by turning sideways and staring at her expectantly. Sighing, [Name] shut her book and tucked it tight into her pocket before getting on.
Akamaru dashed off through Konoha, causing [Name]'s [length] [color] hair to be ruffled about by the wind. Instead of asking the dog to slow down, she simply held tight onto his fur as he ran. She was more than used to this, since Kiba always made her ride Akamaru whenever they were around.
Obedient [Kiba Inuzuka Ficlet]Obedient [Kiba Inuzuka Ficlet]2 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kiba frowned as [Name] turned around and left, leaving him alone with the guys by himself. He wished she would have stayed; he loved his friends and all, but he loved her too and she kept their annoying comments at bay because, well, they were all afraid of her. Sighing, he leaned back against the wooden post he was sitting in front of, looking over at Naruto as the blonde walked towards him, a grin on his face.
“What is it?” he questioned, blinking curiously. Maybe he was a tab bit lost as to why his blond friend was smiling the way that he was. Was Naruto planning on starting some trouble already? Not even fifteen seconds after [Name] had left them all alone?
“Why don't you go after her Kiba?” Naruto asked, the grin still on his face as he leaned against another of the wooden poles.
“Huh? Why would I want to go after her if she wanted to leave? Obviously, she has other stuff to do,” he mumbled, not liking the idea of her being so busy he couldn't s
Darkness PredictedDarkness Predicted by L. VeraDarkness Predicted4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It flashed... It flashed in front of my eyes. I saw it, the end of the world. The weird thing is that was the only image I have seen in 20 years since I lost my eyesight. I was wide-awake. Maybe if I were asleep, I would never have considered the blaze to be our fate.
What I remembered the most was the smell. The smell of burning garbage filled my nostrils. The heat burned people's flesh and clothes. I could smell the cars on fire; I could smell the people struggling in their own personal infernos. I could also feel everything burning. I could feel my skin itch while it burned. All my senses were heightened. The world burned and I felt it more than anyone.
"It's nine o'clock in the morning, July 9th ...," my alarm clock read to me. I sat at my small dinner table, in my boxers, holding my cereal in a spoon about an inch from my face. I placed the spoon in my mouth and I realize I must have been frozen like this for a while now; the cer
Yet UnspokenYet Unspoken4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The days limp on,
it would soon be time
to say goodbye,
with so many words
with so many pieces,
You would never know,
that the miasma between us,
veils a child of beauty,
with all its pure emotions
with all that could have been,
For me this soul-less city,
would always have your face,
it would always tinkle and shine,
with your laughter,
with your tears,
That I love you,
would be my beautiful secret,
for my God never felt the pain of being me,
with all its longing,
with all its dreams,
The Discordant Tale, pt. III - Enter the LabyrinthThe Discordant Tale, pt. III - Enter the Labyrinth2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
THE DISCORDANT TALE
Ponies with Tristania
[Click here for the accompanying song]
Enter the Labyrinth
Once you join the gamble of Discord
You'll follow His rules
No magic, wings or tricks
Alone and apart
head for center
Make your way
through the labyrinth paths
Can you keep your head together?
Can you trust your friends?
Will you make your move ?
what we say to you
They don't need you
Leave them behind
nor you them
You can hear them laugh at your suffering
Take what's yours
Give in to what your self-hood yearns
Why care of those who despise you
Lie your way through
Rather masks than ruthless tru
The Cardboard MenThe Cardboard Men4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
There is a cardboard world,
in which cardboard men, live their cardboard lives;
In their neat cardboard homes, with their pretty cardboard wives.
They work all day, in their cardboard cells,
chasing cardboard money, to buy cardboard things;
to buy fancy cardboard cars, and expensive cardboard rings.
They frolic in the evenings, in their cardboard clubs,
With their cardboard friends, getting cardboard highs;
Hunting sweaty cardboard salvations, between smooth cardboard thighs.
They lie at night, in their cardboard beds,
With cardboard victims, shedding cardboard tears;
For evil cardboard villains, with their sad cardboard leers.
They shrivel and sag in their cardboard rain,
Under the cardboard guilt, of their cardboard lies;
Of vile cardboard betrayals, of feeble cardboard goodbyes.
They stiffen and bloat in their cardboard sun,
With their cardboard pride, in their cardboard wins;
In their Judas cardboard friends, with their pious cardboard grins.
They all freeze in their cardboard cold
Valley Of The Darkness"I love you,Valley Of The Darkness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need you,
I want you,
I'll please you."
"I will prove,
They are not,
All the same..."
You said so.
I was yours.
One true love,
Ha! Oh dear...
You said so.
The lies would,
Crush us both,
Like a dead,
We did not,
Know or care,
For "love was,
Our strength" as...
You said so.
This could be,
Love to me.
You loved her.
You left me.
You broke me.
You said so.
WHAT CAME NEXT WAS JUST A BLUR,
THANKS TO ALL THE THOUGHTS YOU STIRRED,
MY BRAIN WAS TURNING TURNING TURNING,
IT WOULDN'T STOP THE BURNING BURNING.
ALL THIS TIME WAS LEARNING LEARNING,
BURNING BURNING BURNING.
You know this wasn't always me,
THIS MONSTER WASN'T ALWAYS ME!
I used to love!
I used to live!
I USED TO CARE!
I USED TO GIVE!
I used to smile every day,
Things used to just turn out that way,
But now I scream and now I cry:
"I'LL TAKE THE PAIN 'COS I WON'T DIE."
You pushed me off this dire cliff,
Thought it was best for me?
It's Over and ForgottenIt's Over and Forgotten4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The memories once again go to lie,
In the guilt cob-webbed attic of the past,
Where gelid dreams return to die,
And foolishly reincarnate in a new cast.
She has gone like others before her,
Like the sun that drowns itself every night,
In the bloody, murky remorseful river,
With its awful sanguine gurgle of respite.
You still have her memories, they tell me
In their paretic sotto-voce, dripping concern.
They forget in their wise-naiveté to see,
That the ashes of her memories are what still burn.
Friable memories, like the fond children of time,
Decompose before my very own eyes,
Now that it's all over, nothing we feel is a crime,
So let's just take a bow and call our goodbyes.
Dear MommyDear Mommy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
How are you doing? I'm having lots and lots of fun up here at camp. We played a lot, went swimming, made some crafts and a whole bunch of other things. Nimble Bolt and I had a race around the whole area. I almost won but I tripped over a rock. I had to get a bandage but I'm fine now so don't you worry a bit. My magic is also getting a little stronger. I managed to lift a whole table for about 20 seconds!
You really do worry a lot Mommy but you don't have to. The adults here are taking really good care of me. Sparkler is super nice as always. She said that she thinks of me as her little sister isn't that funny? I also find it really sweet though. Everyone is so awesome at this camp. Honey Medley taught my group a really REALLY tasty muffin recipe that I'll have to show you as soon as I get home. I get kind of lonely at night because you're not here to comfort me but Sparkler says that's normal for fillies to f
Doge's profileAge: 25Doge's profile2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Occupation: Coroner and Doctor currently residing in the town know as Ponyville
Home town: Trottingham
Fears: Abuse of magic
Likes: Clouds, wings, cookies... I mean who doesn't like cookies?!
Dislikes: Moths... they're evil!
Eye Colour: HAZEL! HAZEL, HAZEL, HAZEL!
Coat colour: Light brown.
Mane colour: Black.
Tail colour: Black.
As an Earth Pony Doge is a naturally tall and muscular pony, as those who use their hooves for even the slightest task are. In spite of his demanding job as Ponyville's Doctor and Coroner he is not in bad shape; rather his physical condition is the same as any other Earth Pony of his age - strong, muscular, broad and tall. Strength, after all, is what sets the Earthen race apart from the Winged ones, Horned race, or those that have the advantages of both. He manages to stay in such fine shape through regularly galloping through the Everfree Forest - he does not share the same fear of this pl
Glass Girl and the Stone ManGlass Girl and the Stone Man4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The glass girl met the stone man,
she said "hello", he said "hi",
they soon fell in love,
the world seemed suddenly alright.
The stone man's big hard heart,
swelled with joy and pride,
as he saw his pretty little glass girl,
twirl and glitter in the summer sunlight.
They frolicked and danced,
till it was time to go back;
the stone man missed his strange people,
and the glass girl didn't understand.
The stone man couldn't explain why,
he couldn't take her back to the stone city;
he knew the glass girl was not like him,
or the people he knew since he could barely stand.
He delayed the moment of return,
although it hurt them both;
he didn't want to let go of either,
the glass girl's love or his family ties.
The one night as they lay under the kind moon,
with the glass girl sleeping in his arms,
a solitary stone tear crept down the corner,
of the hard hearted stone man's eyes.
It fell on the glass girl's angel face,
and shattered her into a million pieces,
the stone man finally broke the g
When the Autumn LeavesWhen the Autumn Leaves1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The Equestrian Year
Ponies with Sonata Arctica
[Click here for the accompanying song]
When the Autumn Leaves
The wind brings signs of colder mornings,
Prolonging dusk surpasses the light,
Gone are those days:
Summertime of warmth and laughing,
Summer's time to slumber now
(For) some time
Reaped the harvest, filled the stocks,
Found the scarves and boots from loft,
Gathered firewood to keep our hearths lit and lively.
You can see how the time of green is gone:
Its course is old and fading, losing its vividness.
Months of winter holding near,
We are watching the autumn leaves
Glowing bright in their gilded colors.
Season of work after the summer growth:
Memories of the vivid days still in mind.
Season of change before the winter rest:
Painted world before the snow-white veil.
Bid your fa
Special Delivery - Chapter OneSpecial Delivery Chapter 1 The DoctorSpecial Delivery - Chapter One2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Small pockets of arguing ponies could be heard in the short distance by Noah. He began trotting a little faster to where the noise was coming from, quite anxious to see who it was.
The morning weather was bright and peaceful as usual. The sun beamed down onto Noah and warmed his coat. The birds sang loudly and started to hunt for insects on the ground, a group flying past him. Noah flinched a little, but continued piercing his eyes on the two ponies he could see in the small distance. Suddenly he realized it was the white coated, green eyed Earth Pony that was Java Claw. The other pony who had been arguing with him was a dark yellow Pegasus Pony with a brown mane and tail, but he had already started to leave by the time Noah reached them both to see what the fuss was about.
"Noah! Hey pal! What are you doing here?" Java Claw asked. His face lit up when he saw Noah, turning his glare at the other pony that slowly trotted away to a warm