True Devotion~Her heart and soul are given, willfully,True Devotion~1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in sacrifice to the one she loves.
It's not an easy thing for her but
she gradually does it, finally believing
and convinced in herself that the feelings
they share are perfectly aligned, like the stars,
in hope of a gleaming future together.
In this she believes, with quiet and open trust,
and so it seems only possible, though a gamble
at best, for her to give in, opposing all doubt.
And though she fears much, it cannot stop
the will of her heart that transitions to action,
for what she fervently desires most is that
he'll remember all she has done and is doing,
and cherish everything she will do just to be his,
happily devoted love, eternal - living for the
moments he makes her feel truly beautiful.
High MaintenanceRoses are red, Violets are blueHigh Maintenance4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Doesn't that line just sound cheesy to you?
When I open my card, I hope to find
an original, sweet, more creative line.
All that you do, is scribble your name
at the end of a poem that's genuinely lame!
Tut...roses are red, violets are blue
Do I look bloody colour blind to you?!
You didn't even write it! It came with the card!
Poetry isn't exactly hard!
Sweetheart, I love you, really I do
But I coulnd't care less that violets are blue!
Couldn't you have made an effort this time?
Coz I'm getting real sick of reading that line!
Most girls love romance, well I do for sure!
Tu Peut même parler français pour proclamer ton amour!
That would be different! That would be sweet!
Come on baby, sweep a girl off her feet!
I'm not asking for much, just some more va va voom.
Love doesn't have to be shown in the bedroom!
Disney UniversityDisney UniversityDisney University1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
In the town of Kansas City, Kansas, a yellow school bus pulls up to a small, one-level, white house with a red roof, a one car garage, three gnomes in front of a long bush with blue and white flowers on it, and a white staircase with three steps. The school bus door opens and out jumps a very cute little 7-year old girl with brown hair with a strand of hair hanging on her forehead, with a ponytail tied with a blue hair ribbon, and hazel eyes. She's wearing a cute blue and white dress, a purple backpack with a pink rose on it, white socks and black mary-jane shoes, holding a book called Song Of The West by Nora Roberts in her arms. As the school bus leaves, the young girl named Belle Rosewood ran up the stairs, and opened the black door. "Papa, I'm home!" Belle called out closing the door, and hanging her backpack on the hook near the door. A young semi-plump man in his late twenties with brown hair, blue eyes, white shirt, brown workpants, and black shoes wal
You.YOU.You.1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Once you were there,
you never went away.
My thougths never gave my soul a chance to rest,
constantly thinking about you,
what you are doing,
what you would be thinking,
how you are feeling.
You are a prisoner in my head,
but at the same time ,
I'm a prisoner to you.
All my doings,
my thougths and my words,
are chained to a vision of seeing you again,
the vision of holding you in my arms and while I say I truely love you.
And I know it's proberly just yougn love,
the love that never least long,
but at the same time it's the most beautiful love of all.
so I'm not really thinking about the future, or about the past.
I'm just enjoying the feeling of having you near.
lay in my arms while my lips touch yours,
so that just for now, just for this moment...
everything can be alright.
Daddy WanderDaddy Wander1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I promise that what you are reading right now really did happen to me. Sure it was strange, but it was worth it. I rest assure you that this letter will bring much benefit to you. This has been a very long time ago, but I remember this very clearly. So, in other words, take it from me- this really happended, and it will warm your shallow heart- whether it is or not.
It was a clear, calm morning; Sylvia and I were making their way through a small town, looking to see if there were those who needed help. "Uh, Wander," Sylvia asked, "what smells like burning?" I blinked and sniffed the air; indeed, something smelt like it was burning. "I have no idea!" I frowned. Then, Sylvia heard screams up ahead. A little walking talking ball of purple fluff ran up to them! "Oh do help us!" she shrieked, "The emperor's palace is on fire!"
"Alright, puff ball, calm down," Sylvia said. "Tell us where the palace is." The b
The Girl Who Melts Magic (Vent)A young girl dances in the storm,The Girl Who Melts Magic (Vent)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pale like the snow,
But eyes as bright as the sun.
She grasps the snow in her little fists.
Her echoing laughter travels through the air,
But is ripped apart by the violent winds.
Her smooth white hair,
Is tangled by the storm.
But everything starts to change,
Slipping out of her hands
Like melting snow,
Leaving her with a mark of it’s absence.
She reaches out,
She clenches her fists,
In attempt to reclaim those parts
But it leaves her,
With a feeling of emptiness.
It’s part of her nature,
What she’s been born with,
That makes her feel this way.
There's no way out.
No matter how many needles you stab her with,
No matter how many scans you perform,
No matter how much you poke and prod her,
And drug her with your “magic”,
Sonnet 1My afflicted form embraces the coldSonnet 11 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My heart lays shattered like a pane of glass,
For the claws of Lady Love have torn my soul
And now I freeze in the coldness of her wrath.
All I wish is to hold her fragile form
And caress her with the fire of my love,
Yet I lay here, my body bruised and worn,
Heart willing, but the mind has said "enough".
No longer shall you prosper in my pain.
If love be cruel, then it wears a disguise,
Yet I know that my glass heart shall strain
If I must stare into your tear-filled eyes.
For, after a time, my soul shall mend
And, perhaps one day, we'll love again.
A Victorian Lady, to Her GentlemanI wish I had been born like George SandA Victorian Lady, to Her Gentleman1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
with all the courage of trousers
to grasp you, a Chopin with your sweet fingers.
But I am a girl beneath my petticoats;
I long to tangle my white-gloved fingers
In the folds of your cravat,
Like oceans meeting,
But I grasp instead the swan neck of my
Lace parasol, like an anchor.
Love, break open my steel rib cage
And make of me a poet,
Make my snarled letters into kisses
And their thorned brambles bloom roses.
romance.I.romance.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The daisies burned in the sunlight. His hair fell into his eyes as the long grass swallowed him, devoured his bones. From his outstretched hands grew wildflowers, their pollen pooling in his palms.
The sweet air seemed to choke me as I lifted my voice to the sky.
"It's all right. I don't mind," he replied, eyes drifting into the haze of summer.
The day wore on.
His fingers scraped the kitchen table. I stole a furtive glance at their shadows. The evening entered, pale and lovely, like a ghostly sculpture, lightly dusted with twilight.
"Will you pay for it?"
"It can be fixed."
"No, it can't. Look at it." There were more shards than the fragments of sunlight scattered across the floor.
"All things can be fixed. Did you try?"
My heartbeat sped up and I remembered his foot on the accelerator, the rush of the landscape as it flew on the wind, the singing of the wheels against the tarmac. In the kitchen, the phone rang. It appeared that nobody was going to answer it.
"How deep is
Am IAm I invisible?Am I3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because you ignore me,
Am I that shadow on the ground?
Because you're walking over me.
Am I camouflaged?
Because you deliberately turn your back on me,
Am I alive?
Because you act as though I don't exist.
Am I dead?
Because you look at me as though I'm a spirit,
Am I just a colour?
Because you judge me as though I am.
Am I unwanted?
Because you make me feel that way.
Am I just a fish in the sea?
Because you caught me, but then you let go.
The colour of my skin doesn't defy the person inside,
Whether I'm Brown, Black, Yellow or White;
The words you use to hurt me,
Cannot take away my pride.
Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny (my version)Old Ralph-zilla was hoppin' around,Ultimate Showdown of Ultimate Destiny (my version)1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Tokyo City like a big playground,
When suddenly Batboy burst from the shade,
And hit Ralph-zilla with a bat grenade,
Ralph-zilla got mad and began to attack,
But didn't expect to be blocked by Jack,
Who proceeded to open up a can of Jack Fu,
When Quasimodo came out of the blue,
And he started beating up Jack Skellington,
Then they both got flattened by the wrath of arson,
But before he could make it back to the Batcave,
Dr. Facilier popped out of his grave,
And took an AK-47 out from under his hat,
And blew Batboy away with a rat-a-tat-tat,
But he ran out of bullets and he ran away,
Because Mae Talick came to save the day!
This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny!
Good guys, bad guys and explosions,
As far as the eye can see,
And only one will survive,
I wonder who it will be.
This is the ultimate showdown of ultimate destiny.
Ralph-zilla took a bite out of Mae Talick,
Like Stanford Pines took a bite out of rich,
Then Jack came back co
The Mane Six WeddingThe Mane Six WeddingThe Mane Six Wedding1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Princess Celestia and her husband Prince Solaris, the princess and prince of the sun, and the older sovereigns of Equestria, were winding down another very busy day. Between trade agreements with the Griffon Nations to the north and disputes over a rising industrial nation to the east, Celestia and Solaris were about ready to lower the sun and retire for the night.
When the last appointment for the day was led out of the throne room, Celestia and Solairs stood and stretched just as a swirl of green smoke drifted in front of them and coalesced into a scroll. Celestia grabbed it with her magic before it could fall and unfurled it as she sat down. "Look at this, Solaris. A letter just came in today." Celestia said to her husband. Prince Solaris raised an eyebrow and said "Well, who's it from?" His wife looked at the signature at the end. "Why it's from my faithful student, Twilight Sparkle!" Princess Celestia said with a smile. Prince Solaris then sat down n
Three wishesWhat would your three wishes be?Three wishes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you had three wishes
What would those wishes be?
Perhaps to live forever
You know, immortality?
Or how about a pair of wings
To lift you to the sky?
Or maybe meet your Prince Charming
A dashing, handsom guy?
Or what about telepathy
Secret access to the mind?
Read the thoughts of others
Or control them from inside?
What about world wide peace
To protect the Earth from war?
Or save the lives of innocent
From those who break the law?
Then there's also time travel
Why not revisit your time line?
Or maybe even time control
Now thats what I call "killing time!"
If you had three wishes
Which wishes would you choose?
Hurry up, the genie's waiting
You've got no time to lose!
So tell me, if you had three wishes what would you wish for?
Green Eyed GirlGreen Eyed Girl3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Breathtaking were her emerald eyes,
that brought jealousy to starry skies.
Her hair so black, I could see the night,
though shimmered blue when caressed by light.
Her skin, white and delicate, like falling snow,
ghostly, yet, beautiful like a luna glow.
That burgundy smile, lips like expensive red wine
I'm sure were soft and gentle, and tasted divine.
The soft flutter of her lashes made feathers fall like lead...
That b*tch was too f***ing perfect. I'm glad she's dead.
Id like to tell a storyI'd Like To Tell a Story...Id like to tell a story4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'd like to tell a story
About someone I used to know.
Just a little something
That happened long ago.
It's not something of legend
Or of greek mythology
But just a sad little tale
Kept in my memory.
The first thing I remember
Are her brilliant green eyes
And the way they used to shine
Even on the dullest of nights.
Then there's her firey hair
That cascaded into curls.
And her snowy face and freckled cheeks...
She was a very pretty girl.
But sadly she didn't think so
Due to the words which others said.
The evil comments and snide remarks
Soon polluted the poor girl's head.
Days went by and it grew worse
I'd find bruises on her skin.
She'd cry when I'd confront her
And she'd say it was nothing.
Her chair at school stayed empty
For days and weeks on end
She'd stay at home, all alone
And pray her heart would mend.
Then one day I got a phonecall
It was her mother on the line.
"I've got something to tell you..."
And then she began to cry.
You see pe
Crystal TrinityThe heart is the placeCrystal Trinity1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where all good and bad happens
Which is which is up to the person
But there’s no black and white
The soul is the place
Where creation sleeps
Though very rarely used
It’s the birthplace of all
The mind is the place
Where the heart and soul meet
It combines the product of both
Into thoughts so pure
The body, finally
Is where those thoughts become actions
Where the outcome ends
And the consequences begin
Now You See ItYou say I have a vivid imagination.Now You See It1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You tell me stop lying about the things I see.
You say my behavior is wild and unacceptable.
And every time I tell you there are shadows chasing me, you don’t believe.
But what if I told you there was light that battled those shadows too?
Would you see it?
What if I told you you’re blind to it,
And gave you sight?
What if you took that sight and saw what I see?
Then, would you see it?
So now you know
Now you see it.
The Start of Something BeautifulThe Start of Something Beautiful and the Loss ThereofThe Start of Something Beautiful1 year ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Once, a long time ago, I fell in love with music. Not the beating notes on the radio or the smashing drums of my brother’s CD collection, but the flowing and melodic compositions of pianos and violins. These instruments resonated with me on a deeper level. Being only five years of age, I could not put that emotion into words: I simply knew that I loved the sound and feeling they gave me.
My parents discovered my love for music and set up lessons to learn an instrument through a family friend.
I remember my first lesson as clear as day. My mother led me into a small apartment that smelled faintly of cooking and older people. Inside the tiny living space, a modern little electronic piano stood in stark contrast to a ragged couch and threadbare rug. At the piano sat an elderly man of unknown age. To say he was grizzled would be an understatement. He appeared old, withered, sm
Dead PrettyDead PrettyDead Pretty4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I saw a girl in the street today
Her grace and beauty took my breath away.
She had dazzling eyes of bottle green
The most beautiful eyes i had ever seen.
Her hair was the colour of autumn leaves
It shimmered in the light as it danced in the breeze.
Her porcelain face and tinted pink cheeks
were enough to make any man's knees weak.
She caught my eye and then flashed me a smile
I have to admit i was dazed for a while.
She stepped into a car and it drove away
Still, i saw her again that very next day.
Though not in the flesh, Oh no not at all.
I picked up a paper and my heart sank when i saw...
Upon the front page, typed up in bold
Were words which made my blood run cold.
Another girl murdered, found dead in the park
Though twas the image below that broke my heart...
Though the colours were faded, I could still see
A pair of green eyes staring up at me...
Set into a porcelain face framed by auburn hair
Life is so cruel, injust and unfair.
I read the rest of artic
R+V: Confession and a Vampire: Reboot: Ch. 18R+V: Confession and a Vampire: Reboot: Ch. 181 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Rosario + Vampire "A Confession and a Vampire: Reboot"
Chapter 18 "Silver Screen"
Based upon Characters created by Akihisa Ikeda.
Original idea and story written by Gamera68.
Pairing: 'Inner' Moka Akashiya and Tsukune Aono.
Alternate Reality, set after the events of the now-finished manga series.
Comedy / Slice-Of-Life / Romance
Moka and Tsukune are 19 years old.
A/N: Here is a new chapter. Mostly a 'slice-of-life', episode Takes place in late July.
By the way, as of this writing this story now has 24,600 views. Thank you everyone so much!
As Moka and Tsukune walked hand-in-hand towards the downtown shopping district of his hometown, the silver-haired beauty couldn't believe that today she would be experiencing another of her "firsts" with her fiancé. It was a rather warm July day with hardly a cloud in the azure sky above. Thankfully a cool breeze drifted inland eastward, from the Sea of Japan which was not that far from the actual business