Sayings everyone hatesThe grass is greener on the other side?Sayings everyone hates1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
But all I see are weeds.
Things have to get worse before they get better?
All the catastrophes happening in the world are still horrible.
Failure is not an option?
But you allow it to be a choice.
Money can't buy happiness?
The poor is still miserable without it.
Hard work can achieve great things?
But all I've seen so far are injuries.
There is no easy way out of life?
But Death is the easiest thing one can succeed in.
With Love, AprilDarling,With Love, April2 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I thought I saw you on the evening train today. Your hair was flowing, red and fiery like it normally was. Except it had a different shine to it this time like you had moved on – like you weren’t looking back…except you did look over your shoulder – a glance – to adjust the strap that was slipping off. It… wasn’t you, though. The smile cascaded to a frown and I turned to look at someone else’s stranger.
I considered burning the rest of your clothes your mother didn’t ask for (I couldn’t bring myself to do it). I sat in the vintage yellow seats of our kitchen instead, drinking strawberry tea out of your chipped green cocoa mug and staring at the starfish above the window in place of your mother. I considered shattering the cup, since she didn't ask for it either. I couldn't bring myself to do it. She didn’t know what she was doing. if she had, she would’ve taken all of you from me. I kno
What Happened?We were once us but now meWhat Happened?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You say you care but really you don't
I rather if you don't so that you can drift away like a memory
Now I am alone, walking alone in this cold world
Just move on, there are others that make me happy
So in a way I thank you for leaving
Thanks for making happier but it the days like this that I stop and want to go back
But how to go back when there is nothing there
You left and move on like nothing
Why should I care?
"If I lose you, I don't know what I would do"
I remember I said that and turns out to be true
You walk away, that's all she wrote
Don't just say goodbye when I never wanted to
Too bad that you felt miserable
Its sad one can be happy and the other can be feel not same
Was it the reason why we got into this relationship just to forget who we were chasing before?
Or wasn't that something needed to change with our lives?
I don't know, it happened within a blink of an eye
I didn't try hard enough or you gave up too easily?
Can't change anything that ha
Writing Tips 101Over the 10 years of writing, from online role-playing to full out story writing, I've come to learn a few things that I find helps me when I write my stories. They're little tips that I wish I had known when I had first begun this crazy trip. Some of them are rather obvious, yet unless someone points it out you might not realize it until late into writing. As such, I'd like to share some of those things for you now. If you find this even remotely helpful, please consider faving it.Writing Tips 1012 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. First Drafts ALWAYS Suck
It's a simple fact. You won't be a pro from the beginning, no matter how much natural talent you may have. Just accept this. So how do you deal with this? Just write. Write the first draft of whatever you're working on. Write a lot of it, if not all of it. From when you start and when you stop, you will see a HUGE progression in your writing. You'll see just how much your writing evolved and improved over time, especially if you got feedback along the way.
With that experi
SurvivalSurvival.Survival1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Give a man a fish he will eat for a day.
Teach a man to fish he will eat for a life time.
Give a man a gun he will rob a bank.
Give a man a bank he will rob the world.
We adapt and adjust.
Constantly dithering on the cusp
Of what is considered wrong and right,
Ensuring that our ambitions remain in sight.
We would be willing to do anything
In order to get what we truly desire.
We would be willing to risk everything
Even putting our friends in the line of fire.
We may share the bounty with others,
Allowing them to experience the fruitful taste.
Given the option we will even care for our brothers.
Just as long as we are well endowed with songs of praise.
We are opportunists.
We are convincing and ruthless.
We are the modern day Judas.
As Are Moth-Eaten Clothes Jack says I’ve always got to carry around this machine, big as a TV, with loopy wires coming out of it and wriggling around in my stomach. Sometimes if I’m tired he carries it, or sets it on some wheeler, but most days I’ve got it settled in the crook of my arm or against my hip. It’s hard to play football with the other kids when I’ve got to hold it, and can’t drop it neither. Jack says I oughta be grateful I can run around at all.As Are Moth-Eaten Clothes1 month ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It’s not too heavy, the machine, it’s just a box with some gooey slush in it and a place on top that flashes numbers in red. Jack checks the numbers every sixty minutes, on the dot, even at night when I’m asleep. He’s awful smart. He says the numbers are my blood pressure and glucose and oxygen and stuff, and there’s one number that’s the estimation numeration of months I’m still functional, and I don’t understand any of it. I
Nighttime Ramblings and InsufficiencyYou drop your jaw,Nighttime Ramblings and Insufficiency1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and you pull words out from
hiding, deep in your throat.
You wretch up a mass of
unfiltered, unedited, reality
because you believe that's what it is
to be understood.
You leave a trail of mutterings
wherever you go
no one will ever want me
it's not enough
and i'm sorry, i'm
so so sorry
Do you remember the difference between
a shadow and a ghost? (the world ends
the day the sun won't shine)
Instead of sleeping (maybe
tomorrow won't come if you
don't say goodnight) you wait;
you will not be remembered, and
that is the scariest part-
you were never loud enough.
i'm so sorry
The night presses too hard,
pulling you down, even though
you plead for one more day to prove
you aren't just passing through.
In the margins, you breathe:
By Christmas...It's a miracle that I survive,By Christmas...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Stepping out of my hole towards you
Over the corpses of friend and foe alike.
Are you as sick of this as I am?
Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright,
Round yon virgin mother and child,
Holy infant so tender and mild…
"By Christmas it will all be over"
Or so we believed as we entered this hell.
But tonight's that holy night of December
And the torture has only just begun.
Leise rieselt der Schnee,
Still und starr ruht der See,
Weihnachtlich glänzet der Wald,
Freue dich, 's Christkind kommt bald…
What mattered just this morning
Is of no importance now.
Whether you're English, German or French,
Come join me, pray for better days.
Ah! Quel grand mystère!
Dieu se fait enfant.
Il descend sur terre,
Lui, le tout-puissant…
See the child on that picture?
It's her first Christmas this year.
But daddy won't be home tonight.
Maybe I'll never return…
Silent night, holy night,
All is calm, all is bright,
Round yon virgin mother
Path of DefianceImmortality... Many gifts can the Gods bestow upon the common man, but not immortality. Men are men – and such a precious gift would sooner or later get torn from the hands of the lucky individual. It could be ripped out with a sword, an ax, a bolter. For you see, the majority of mankind violently defies the idea of inequality – the ones who have managed to surpass and rise above others are either killed or captured and maimed, and their executioners smile when they see such people kneel. If you want to live amongst men, think hard about immortality and if you truly need it? Or will you do just fine with power and madness?Path of Defiance1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Hroft Vargald, Alpha Legion Propagator.
Screaming like a trapped beast, jerking and writhing, Knut was unceremoniously dumped back out into reality.
The dim light of a reddened, dying sun swamped the entirety of the trench. Black shadows marred the interior, separating life from death. Knut Blankblutter let out a hysteric, but muffled squeal, and
things i don't know about you that bother me thati wonder what it's likethings i don't know about you that bother me that1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to fall asleep beside you
in a post coital haze,
and to wake in the morning
to run to class.
do you wake me,
do you kiss my forehead,
do we make love again-
i don't know,
and do you wet your toothbrush
before applying toothpaste,
tell me you don't leave the sink running,
it must get awfully tired.
and what do you dream of
when i lie next to you,
blissfully more than just a body;
what will you dream of
a year from now?
please tell me i can fit into
your big picture
as easily as i can fit into
chain girl (the poem)chain girl (the poem)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
im trying my hardest
but i can never seem to be as perfect as you, you little girl
whats so good about you,i dnt know
but why do i care
im weighed down by my own chains i dnt need your extra support
im trying my best in school
but you just get me off focus and cause me so much anger little girl
i cant break my chains
i know it bring the one i love down
why do i care about you im not suppose to little girl
oh my god im going crazy
someone stop this!
someone stop the tears
SOMEONE BREAK MY CHAINS!
A ToastI want to make a toastA Toast3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To things that cannot be forgotten
Things that you simply cannot let go
A toast to the past, that just won't pass
A toast to new beginnings
To endings that do not scar
Endings you want to reminisce with a smile
A toast to the future, may it already come
Mass Effect 3-Meet Me at the Bar Shepard felt pain for only a moment before light flooded her vision. She felt the burns fade and the aching end. The light was her only focus now. She jogged toward it. Shepard didn't know why, but she did. It felt natural, safe. Her feet carried her right into it's beam. It exploded , and she covered her eyes. It didn't hurt, but it was a reflex.Mass Effect 3-Meet Me at the Bar2 years ago in Settings More Like This
As the light faded Shepard found herself in a bar of some kind.
Her head tilted to see Thane and Irikah sitting at a table, smiling, laughing. Thane looked up at Shepard and smiled. Shepard smiled too, she was happy to see him here. She was now thankful for the prayer.
Her feet carried her forward once more and she found herself staring down at Mordin, enveloped in his experiment. He had his equipment sprawled around him and in it's center lay dozens of seashells. Blue ones, green ones, ones with holes and ones with swirls, some smooth, others rough. Shepard smiled brightly as her friend had got
Why?Why?Why?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why do you
when all around
Why do you
when you are
Why does the sun
every morning and
unspoken languageAs the Venetianunspoken language2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
simplicity of romance
wilts; we shift,
There are no nouns
for what we call
in minds auto-trained
to forget, we kiss -
caught between our lips.
As it happens
I am a coward, disguising
emotion with envoi's, and
between my tongue and
your lower lip
The Siren - 8There was a dead body in the back seat, and it was staring at Mike.The Siren - 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's not staring at you," Sandie told him. "Actually, I'm not sure that it can see."
"Well, it's not a he or a she. I didn't exactly check, but it was kind of hard not to notice "
"I don't think I needed to know that."
And still it stared.
Mike kept a firm hold on Sandie's hand until they got on the Loop and she needed both hands to drive. She looked grim and determined in the green glow of the dashboard lights. It talked to her, she said, talked to her in dreams the way angels were said to do sometimes. Whatever was riding in that weird, hairless body, it was no angel. He watched Sandie's face carefully, keeping tabs on the thing in the back seat from the corner of his eye.
The bluegrass bar was called Hat Bands, and business was just beginning to pick up for the night. Rows of cars clogged the tiny parking lot, forcing Sandie to look for a space around back.
There was a noise from the back seat as S
The Art of Consent: BurlesqueHowever,The Art of Consent: Burlesque1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
i can use the rounded corners of
sullen eyes, too-short fingernails,
magnanimous hips, and frosted lips
pressed crackling against the
porcelain dream he
so blackly freed against me.
i am four inches envy and
six inches will,
and completely engrossed in pursuit of
And he, still violent and violet, is there,
unconvinced and scared, and so perfectly
He finds me tied, vaudevillian, to his
falling from mind to mouth,
from mouth to spine.
Where contact confuses
sexually transmitted attention for
sexually transmitted affection,
there is not time to obscure the view that
condemns him to what is malign
and otherwise known as misunderstood.
And i felt his eyes eating up where i stood,
felt my heart burning up what it could,
dropped a flatline to
pick him off my hemline, and understood
what it meant to be in control.
i love the heady derision provoked
simply by the act of undressing, no smoke,
except for that of the opiate crowd and
no mirrors, ex
Discription But I cannot describe love only in the touch of your hands, or the kiss of your lips. I canDiscription1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
only describe it in the way the air is thick between us as we are near each other, as if
gravity itself longs for us to touch. The way an itching ache fills me when you are far away,
urging and begging me to curl you up and hold you in my chest. Though along side it is a
variable peace, knowing that though you are far, you are still close to me. I clasp unto
myself the rhythm and rasp of your steady breathing, the mixed scent of your skin after a
long day and soap and colonge. I hold in me the nuances of your voice; soft and sharp,
whispered and story-like. In me, it all feels full and heavy and light; it feels exciting and
soothing and whole. It feels like love.
Rainbow Dash TG VIIRainbow Dash TG VII2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The three ponies stood there in the back room of the boutique while Twilight Sparkle scrambled to come up with anything which could be considered an answer.
However, Rainbow Dash gave her no time to answer, continuing to pile on questions, each one stabbing at Twilight with more sharp pain than any knife could ever produce.
"Why are you here?"
"What do you want?
"Can't you see Rarity and I are busy?"
Twilight, immediately regretting her intrusion, was still unable to speak. It was Rarity who broke through the awkward silence.
"Um Rainbow Dash, Twilight Sparkle? Is something the matter?"
Rainbow answered first, "No."
Twilight finally managed to squeak out a few words to explain her presence.
"No I mean yes I mean . everything's fine. I've come to talk to Rainbow Dash about something she needs help with. You see---"
"Oh, no," Rainbow Dash thought. There was no way she was going to let Twilight tell the whole world what she had shared with her. She interrupted befor
Sapphire ProfileSapphire Profile1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Sapphire Vitori
Nickname: none that she likes
Date of birth: N/A
current residence: Florida
Relationship status: Single
Social status: In the middle really. She isn't a loser, nor does she fit with the popular crew. She's in no particular group.
Language spoken: English
languages known: English
Voice: Just chill, female obviously. Not annoyingly high, but also not deep
Weight: 130 lbs
eye color: A light blue/green color
build of body: curvy. Thicker legs, but not even close to fat. Not too big of breasts, slightly tones limbs, thin waistline.
Hair color: Depp, yet vibrant blue. She was named Sapphire for her naturally sapphire blue hair.
Hair style: About chest length, and straight. She always pulls it into ponytails or other up-do's because she hates having hair in her face. She has short swoopy bangs.
Skin: a little bit tan, but not dark.
GraceHe led on his bed, eyes shut, the dim light creeping through his eyelids. The purple walls were soft with peace as he listened to Jeff Buckley's Grace.Grace2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The nearby lampshade lit the one white wall which reflected around the room like a spectrum cast over the soft purple walls, darkened by shadows.
He thought of how his death would affect the world if he were to choke on chewing gum right then. If he'd been found listening to a tragic masterpiece with dead ears. But then he worried, he was no one. None of this would affect the world around him, so he stopped the thought as soon as he could and returned his attention to the melodic guitar riff of Last Goodbye.
At that his lungs tightened and his stomach contracted as he sprang forth, clenching at his chest in hope for the pain to cease. With a cough the pain began to fade. Legs hanging over the bedside he found himself bent double clutching the space below his rib cage, applying some pressure as to squeeze the pain out.
As his plan slowly
hyenas make the best lovers.i need to stop lookinghyenas make the best lovers.1 week ago in Free Verse More Like This
for death in every body
my fingers touch.
i have been force fed
old lovers, & slices
of the moons lying dust
i am messy poems;
i am fractured confessions.
i am laughter
my jaws ache
with the taste of
i am still hungry.
give me your sugar;
I will share my breath.
you are still made of starstuff,
& i am no longer caged.
Epiphany No. 289If I had known you before my heart had been broken once.Epiphany No. 2893 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I would not have been the girl who you liked enough to say hello to.
If I had known you before my heart had been broken twice.
I would not have been the girl who understood your beautiful sad eyes.
If I had known you before my heart had broken thrice.
I would not have been the girl who felt your music in her sore heart.
If I had known you before my soul was ripped from me.
I would not have been the girl who appreciates you the way I do.
If I hadn't been damaged,
You would never have wanted to know me.
They say the universe works in mysterious ways.
And you, you are my mysterious way.
A Silent Exclamation Mark"They're arguing again," Said the boy, "My parents always argue. If their relationship was punctuation, then theirs would be an Exclamation Mark. I'm quite sure of it."A Silent Exclamation Mark3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl, who was sitting on the garden wall beside him, giggled, "How can you compare love to grammar...? The two things are very different."
"Not to grammarians!" pointed out the boy, "No, it can. You see, my mum and dad are always arguing but never seriously and at the end they always kiss and laugh about it. Go on, think on it, what would your parents be?"
The girl's smile slid like a tear from her face, "My parents would be a question mark," she murmured softly, "Ever since my mum got ill my dad doesn't seem to love her anymore..."
The frosty breeze blew. No one spoke.
"I'm sorry," whispered the boy at last, sobriety weighing down heavily on his otherwise youthful words.
"Don't be," she replied with a plastered on grin, "I li