The JesterTick.The Jester3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you hear that?
Your time draws near!
I can see you there
as you tremble with fear!
Do you know why?
You see. The Black Sacrament,
It has be done.
Haha, it's no use;
You cannot run!
For Cicero, yes Cicero,
knows your every hiding place.
It's no use!
You can't win this race!
Because Cicero, poor Cicero,
Is the Night Mother's Keeper
So he must do as she asks!
For Her will is the one that runs deeper.
But yes, Cicero must return,
return to his duties, you see.
You cannot escape
your soul is the fee!
Your soul will go to Sithis!
To Sithis it will!
It will serve the Dread Father,
So, alas, I must kill!
Cicero likes a chase.
Run as fast as you can!
You must make haste!
Future"Aren't you afraid you don't have high grades?"Future4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Aren't you afraid you don't have a job?"
"Aren't you afraid you don't have a girlfriend?"
"Aren't you afraid you don't have your future figured out?"
I am afraid of my future.
I am afraid because society has beaten the idea of it mercilessly into my head.
I am afraid because I'm being told my choices now will affect my whole life.
I am afraid I can't make those decisions yet.
"Everyones starting to get those grades up."
"Everyones starting to get jobs."
"Everyones starting to get girlfriends."
"Everyones starting to get their futures figured out."
For some reason, you assume I am the same as everyone else.
For some reason, if everyone else knows what they want, I should.
For some reason, generalization doesn't work.
For some reason, you don't understand.
"You should try to get high grades."
"You should try to get a job."
"You should try to get a girlfriend."
"You should try to figure out your future."
Don't you think I try?
Don't you thi
For HerDon't let them get you down,For Her4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your perfect the way you are,
Despite what they might tell you,
You're as bright as a star.
My days are filled with agony,
When you are feeling down,
For you are my princess,
And my heart is your crown.
So please don't fret my love,
For I am by your side,
Life is quite a journey,
And we all must take the ride.
Promise me you'll remember,
That you're beautiful it's true,
And I can't imagine life,
Never knowing you.
You're off to better things,
And I wish you the best,
I hope you won't forget,
You deserve nothing less.
So remember you this poem,
When you are feeling all alone,
I hope it will remind you,
You can always come back home.
Rescue Is PossibleRescue Is Possible4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For all of you who struggle,
Struggle each day,
Depression of any kind,
This is for you.
Know that you are not alone.
121 million people suffer from depression world wide.
Everyone can relate to pain,
Everyone can relate to depression.
Know that there is hope.
It's never to late to save yourself.
You ARE worth something,
You ARE loved.
Know that someone cares.
Talk to someone, anyone, even me.
We were never meant to go through life alone,
And you don't have to.
Know that rescue IS possible.
There are so many organizations that are made just for this reason.
The first step to recovery is the hardest,
You just need to love yourself enough to take it.
You are not alone,
There is hope,
Rescue is possible.
Your best days are yet to come.
You are more loved than you will ever know.
This is not the end of your story.
Cicero Tribute: A Kiss, Sweet MotherA kiss, sweet motherCicero Tribute: A Kiss, Sweet Mother3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Could I obtain
The touch from you
For which I strain
For to hear your voice
As soft as rain
Would give new life
Like planted grain
A kiss, sweet mother
Would be so kind
For I fear I'm running
Out of time
To feel your words
Inside my mind
And know that I'm
Not left behind
A kiss, sweet mother
To end this pain
Lest the silence
Drives me insane
Cicero Tribute: Madness is MerryMadness is merryCicero Tribute: Madness is Merry3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The merry man's fight
To hold on to sanity
Lost in the night
The silence so empty
Held smothering tight
Even blind eyes could see
There's no end in sight
His family gone
When things had felt right
Hunted and burned
In flames so bright
Their acceptance a memory
Seeming so faint
When consumed by the jester
Who's laughter did taint
No one to hold him
No one who speaks
No one to tell him
The words that he seeks
Praying for a whisper
To end his heart's strife
The echoing laughter
Creeps into his life
ForgottenI am the voice for the muteForgotten4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the eyes for the blind
I am the fighter for the weak
And the protest for the meek
I'm the ears for the deaf,
The hope where none is left
And the love where it's been long forgotten
Not a TearForgottenNot a Tear4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But it really isn't.
Unrequited loveUnrequited love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can never be compared to a thousand suns.
Your voice, filled with excitement,
Can make a deaf person shiver.
LimboThe in-between.Limbo3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The gray area.
Many of us wander here,
not quite black, not quite white
"Not all there."
We all have our own reasons
for being in this shady gray
Yet none of us speak
The silence seems so deafening
the screams seem so far away
But they belong
DiscordHere, in darkness of my prison, unmoving, I have laid here for hundreds of years. A god does not need food, water, air or sunlight. Eternity can be unbearable if you have nothing to keep you occupied. And what can you do, if you are locked in dark, cramped chamber, surrounded by all types of magical barriers?Discord4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You start looking for a gap.
I still remember my sweet, beautiful Nightmare Moon, so bright and so proud. She would smash these locks, break the barriers apart. Leave nothing but slightest embers of magic, which would melt into her magnificent black mane. And then, she would make night and shadow itself kneel before its true goddess. But I am not strong enough. My powers pale in comparison to those of Nightmare Moon.
The only thing I am good at - is spreading seeds of chaos. To look for contradictions and create strife and discord.
That is why I'm not fighting my barriers. No, I listen to them; I seek out the gaps between two layers of defensive magic. Cracks within the shields wh
Monster: A Minecraft Story The lonely enderman made his way down the road, down the hills, away from the water and the hate. Out-casted, despised, feared, he traveled on alone and alone.Monster: A Minecraft Story3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He could not stop the thoughts that poured into his misshapen head-- thoughts of his wrongdoings and the hatred they felt for him. They, they, the other endermen. They hated him for what he did, they out-casted him for his crimes.
="Befriend a human?"
"Love a human?"
"Are you so daft, so silly, so misinformed?"=
And what could he do but sit and accept the accusations?
="We do not do such silly things!"
"Compromised the mission."
And what was this mission now? What drove them so fervently to destroy the natural world and reform it in silly ways? Why was he so compelled to build when it gave him no satisfaction, no affection? Why could he not love? Why was this so wrong?
But he could not deny the charges.
Trickster's EyesA giant's son of trickster's make,Trickster's Eyes5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and bound by blood to the Hanged God,
in japery he does partake
the mischief ever his façade.
Though born of ice, he rules the flame,
forever the immortal's bane.
His tricks and lies they failed to tame;
their anger they could not contain.
[just look into the trickster's eyes
and see the mischief burning there]
His aid they sought, from time to time
'twas he who rescued Freyja fair
from being won through giant's crime,
by acting as a willing mare.
The Father of the Slain received
the mighty horse, named Sleipnir, then
a son the trickster had conceived,
the greatest steed then known to men.
[the greatest gods he did advise
but in his eyes a hidden flare]
Not all his brood were just and proud
the wolf, his son, was Fenrir hight;
his daughter, Hel, a queen in shroud;
a serpent, too, the ocean's blight.
These children three were soon entombed,
all bound and chained and locked away
the throne of
The Psychology behind Pinkie.The psychology behind Party of One and Pinkie's Nervous Mental Breakdown is an easy one to look and observe. There are specific places in which we begin to see the stress build up, triggers, and the point of what seems to be no-return. I'll also look into her symptoms of Schizophrenia, depression, and anxiety. First, though, I should explain a nervous breakdown. A nervous breakdown is when so much stress and mental illness builds up that a person seemingThe Psychology behind Pinkie.4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The episode begins stereotypically, with Pinkie doing something weird [The singing telegram] and throwing Gummy's birthday party. In fact, everything goes normally and routinely through out the episode until the day of Gummy's after-birthday party.
The first trigger of Pinkie's Nervous Breakdown begins with Twilight's denial of the party. We see Pinkie begin to doubt, but quickly bounce back as she does. The stress builds up with each person's "This afternoon? As in, this afternoon, this afternoon?" Though I doubt it has any major refe
Flygon ReportFlygon (the Mystic Pokémon) is a rare Ground/Dragon-type Pokémon found among desert areas within the Hoenn, Unova and Kalos regions as well as the Sinnoh region on rare occasions. Revered among Dragon-types for their elegance and beauty, Flygon are dangerous creatures that can whip up dangerous sandstorms whenever they fly across sand or dirt, in turn making them an abrasive and visual hazard on almost any battlefield. Be wary of these creatures when in battle and don't underestimate them for a second; their physical attack strength might only be equal to that of Trapinch, but their other combat abilities will literally blow you away if you're not careful!Flygon Report4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Flygon are essentially the fully developed form of the 'larva' Vibrava and have both enhanced stats and access to a noticeably greater assortment of attacks. Possessing fully-formed wings, Flygon are able to fly great distances and engage in combat while still in the air, providing a major advantage against most opponents o
Scizor ReportScizor (the Pincer Pokémon) is an exceptionally rare Bug/Steel-type Pokémon found among grassy plains and meadows within the Johto, Sinnoh and Kalos regions. Brutally tough and difficult to damage directly, Scizor are powerful insects that can smash and slice through most opponents without ever having to worry about taking damage in the process. They might not be anywhere near as fast as their pre-evolved form, but when it comes to defense and offenses, there are few Bug-types capable of besting these creatures in battle; just make sure you understand that they only have one head, or their little mind games might prove to be a little too much for you to handle!Scizor Report5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Scyther normally cannot evolve and are technically not supposed to be able to evolve as a result of otherwise perfectly stable genetics; when exposed to certain energy fields (such as those found in trading devices) while holding a Metal Coat item, however, their bodies react to the metallic powder and fuse with it, cr
MLP: AdoredMLP: Adored3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Changeling Kingdom, or the 'Motherland' as the species often affectionately referred to it, was located far away from Equestria in the east, crossing plains, deserts and glaciers. It would take weeks worth of travel for any pony using non-magical means to reach the country, but once they did, they would definitely know.
It was a vast, depleted country, characterised by a desolate mountainous landscape which, during its infamously long, vicious winters, was always blanketed by thick layers of snow. The summer was not too pleasant, either; it sometimes got hot enough to kill scores off by heatstroke. The kingdom, especially as a mostly rural one, had its pluses like large forests and seas, but for the most part, it was the same greyed nightmare wherever you went. So as you can imagine, they did not do well in the tourism industry.
It was an established fact that the Changeling Kingdom was by no means the most modernised or wealthiest nation, even before the current mona
Cicero DialogueCicero DialogueCicero Dialogue3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
274 Alphabetical Order
"Ah, but there has not been a Listener in years and years. Our lady has not chosen Cicero... and certainly not Astrid. Or anyone. But someday..."
"Ah! It doesn't matter, what's done is done, right? Cicero is here, as is the Night Mother. Joy of joys!"
"Ahh, another member of the family, hello, hello! So very good to meet you!"
"Alright! So Cicero attacked that harlot Astrid! But what's a fool to do when his mother is slandered and mocked? Surely the Listener understands!"
"And another soul for Sithis."
"And he says to the man, 'That's not a horker, that's my wife!' Hahhahhahahha, ah, I love that one."
"And I said to the baker, 'You're not dead, you're a faker. But if that's your wish, I'll oblige.'"
"And if I spy a singing bird, I'll snap its neck before it's heard."
"And killed them in his honor."
"And now we come to the end of our play! The grand... finale!"
"And there IS NO LISTENER!"
"And what do you do, hmm?! Nothing! Not... not that I
Hollow HugsDon't tell me I'm special,Hollow Hugs4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unless you mean it.
Don't whisper you love me,
Until you can scream it.
Don't make me feel happy,
And then throw me away.
Don't tell me you hate me,
Because I am gay.
Don't call me unnatural,
An abomination of God.
It's your hate, your anger,
You, that is odd.
I like boys,
And I love men,
Because I am gay;
I've always been.
don't call me beautiful.don't call me beautiful.don't call me beautiful.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i know, i know, you think i am without a doubt in the world. you honestly believe that the twinkle of my eyes are like the glitter that lace the stars that shine at night. you hold me in your arms and stare at my body in awe, how the curve of my hips and the slope of my back fit perfectly in your arms. my lips and the way yours automatically tingle when you think of them, and the way my eyelashes curl when you're close enough to count each and every one.
but don't call me beautiful because i swear to you i'm not.
i'm a timebomb four seconds away from exploding and destroying and tainting. i'm a magnificent skyscraper burned to the ground, i'm the fallen.
i'm dark and twisted and you misread what you see in my eyes because what it is are the sins and the deception and the evil that grows in the marrow of my bones reflected in my irises for the world to beware and stand their ground.
i'm not constructed properly. in fact there's a couple pieces missing here and t
Blood Tower Town~AN~ JtHM/Pokemon CrossoverBlood Tower Town3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Gravel crunched beneath his boots as he paced down the empty streets of the town. The sound was distinctly loud at this time of night, when not even the local strays would meet his presence. It didn't bother him, though. The less stray Pokemon that bothered him, the better. His partner didn't need those weak things for anything except target practice. Apart from other trainers, the wild ones were best, really; the ones that depended completely on themselves, relying only on their own power to get by. Those ones put up the best fights.
He didn't really remember too well how he'd wound up here from his house near the city, his ramshackle home under the triple digit heaven-number. But at this point he didn't care. However he'd wound up in this strange country, his Wall Monster had followed; taking up residence in the grave-tower this town housed, requiring just as much blood as it did before. But with no knives
One Last Letter "Hurry Spike! We don't have much time!" I screamed across the room. My little assistant was shoving things up against our front door while I attempted to cover the windows. Outside I could hear the screams of the other ponies, along with the sounds of shattering glass and the crackling of flames. Smoke consumed my nose and made my eyes burn, but I had to focus on my task. If we couldn't fortify our tree-home we were done for.One Last Letter3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Twilight!" came a voice, and I looked over to see Rainbow Dash pounding at the window. I opened it quickly with my magic and slammed it shut after she made it in. My mind was so overloaded that it took me a few minutes to see the blood dripping from her side.
"Oh no," I said in shock. Dash gave me a grin.
"What this? It's just a scratch, really."
I tried to lift up her wing to examine her wound, but she held it firmly down, whether to cover it or because the pain was too much I couldn't tell.
"Dash please, let me have a look at it,"
Kabutops ReportKabutops (the Shellfish Pokémon) is an exceptionally rare Rock/Water-type Pokémon found among tropical shallow coastal oceans and beaches worldwide, though only in exceptionally limited numbers. While they might not be the strongest of beasts out there, Kabutops are nonetheless vicious creatures that can easily prove to be too much for all but heavily-armored Pokémon to handle. They might not be able to utilize their natural Water-type abilities to do much in battle, but that will probably matter little once they've managed to cut the opposition to ribbons faster than they can blink!Kabutops Report5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Kabuto and Kabutops represent an interesting case of development and survival that has yet to be fully understood by modern science. Kabuto are structurally similar to Horseshoe crabs, but Kabutops are an enigma as they seem to possess anatomical traits consistent with Horseshoe crabs, trilobites and even eurypterids, making its exact genealogy difficult to follow; nonetheless, these creatur
Come Undone CH.4CHAPTER FOURCome Undone CH.43 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There was no method of timekeeping in his cell - Not a single thing that would've allowed Johnny the knowledge of how long he'd been trapped. No clocks, no watches, not even a set of digitally projected wall-numbers. In fact, the only electrical objects he even had in his room were the pot-lights mounted into his ceiling, and those never even turned off. Couldn't even reach them, really, not even if he moved the bed - which was bolted to the wall and wouldn't move regardless.
Johnny could, thusly, only guess as to how much time had passed, the hours and minutes and maybe even days blending together, especially sine he didn't sleep. It felt like he'd been there for days, but that couldn't be right; he didn't feel that different from when he first woke up.
For the most part, Johnny was content with meditating on his bed, only deciding to do so in the first place as it was one of precious few methods he had of killing time