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: 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
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
ForgottenI am the voice for the muteForgotten3 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.
Let Me Tell You a SecretLet me tell you a secretLet Me Tell You a Secret3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Just between you and me
Just our little secret
That will set my heart free
Free to become
Free to be one
That you had the same
Secret as me
But you were too scared to share it
Frightened I'd run
Or I'd flee
But with a laugh
With a smile
I'll beg you to stay
Be mine for a while
Please don't run away
Because the secret I hold
The one to be told
As our story unfolds
If I may be so bold
This secret I have
Is strong and it's true
So I dare-say quite simply
I'm in love with you.
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.
Ode for SheogorathOde for SheogorathOde for Sheogorath6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Come swim with the Birds and the Bees
And Gods flying in their threes
And logical Minded monkeys in the trees
Thank you but no Please!
You try to Halt and put it all on freeze
Here is the Daedric Prince, on your Knees
But youve been touched by the Madness
Just Embrace it with total Gladness
For Madness creates Art
A stage for actors to play the Part
Let it find a place in the Heart
Or, face the Retribution and Wrath
Of our rightful Lord Sheogorath
So come dance to the very merry jig
Offer up the yarn, gem and lettuce fig
The cats out of the bag, that dull hag
Laugh at boring old Jyggalag.
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
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
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
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?Discord3 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
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.3 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
listen to me scream.I promise you there was never anything wrong with you,listen to me scream.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
it was always me.
I'm sorry for ruining our fairy tale dream,
I would give anything to have you back.
(And the truth is I've been broken since you've left.
I always was the type that wasn't committed into being in a relationship
because I was afraid that I would end up heartless.
But the truth is that I should have believed you
when you said that you were different.)
I used to love your soft kisses
because they always made my heart feel alive again.
You always whispered ''You're beautiful''
in my ear but I never believed you.
(All I would do was laugh to myself.)
I know it's hurting you,
but it's killing me.
Scizor ReportScizor (the Pincer Pokemon) is an exceptionally rare Bug/Steel-type Pokemon 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
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.
I am your MasterpieceYour breath coils inside my hands,I am your Masterpiece4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A silly position we constantly take.
My fingers pressed to your lips,
Trying to catch your smile.
And your sweet words swirling about,
Like a promise ring.
Given to me without hesitation.
"I love you",
Carved into my skin a thousand times.
It's all that keeps me together.
The parts of me that you blemish,
Are the only features that make me smile,
As I gaze into the mirror.
Your name etched upon my lips,
Painted over with the sweetness of your tongue.
The color of your heartbeat,
Staining my every thought.
The lines of your sonnet,
Written between my ribs.
My body has become the paper with which you write our story.
Is My Affinity.
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 Letter2 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 Pokemon) is an exceptionally rare Rock/Water-type Pokemon found among tropical areas near shallow coastal 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 Pokemon 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. Both of these beasts are believed to be a distant relative of horseshoe crabs that managed to survive for an inordinately large amount of time before going extinct, but the exact point at which this happened is still under debate. As it turns