Human MagicHuman Magic2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at her!
Go ahead stare
Her breast pressed up
Her legs bare
Around her time slows
Details are enhanced
Like how her skin glows
And when by chance
You manage to charm her
You find you cannot harm her
For under the glowing skin
There is a steel spirit within
When some how you melt the steel
Her heart will reveal
Endless strength reserves
Concealed by her luscious curves
When you get through the strength
you find at length
that pure bliss
after you finally kiss
and bit more
as you start to explore
you trade your trip to heaven's gate
for this girl, greatest of the great,
But are not upset or filled with regret
Nor shall you ever forget
When you saw there
Hair pined up, legs bare
On the end of the bed
Ready to give up her maiden head
Nervous? Of course you where
It was new for you, and her
You nearly didn't do it.
You very nearly blew it.
As you turned to say no
Got caught by her body's radiant glow,
Black hair up, black tank top nearly gone
Green-gray skirt that was barely on.
isolation.isolation.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beyond the high walls
of a barricaded world,
their unfamiliar faces
watched me breathe.
Reaching out again
against my fears within,
but this voice wilted soft
then chose not to speak.
By: Luana Lani
How to Form A Metal BandHow to Form a Metal Band:How to Form A Metal Band2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Note: This is just a humour piece and is not a part of the appeal so just sit back and relax ^^
--Step One: Can you growl/be really high-pitched?--
a) Yes: Proceed to the next step
b) No: Find a new job
--Step Two: What does your growl/shriek sound like?--
a) OO-WAH-Ah-Ah-Ah: You are mentally unsound, proceed to heavy or death metal
b) SHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA: You are a viking wannabe, proceed to power or heavy metal
c) IIIRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA: Demons possess your throat, proceed to death or black metal
d) *Unintelligibly high shrieking noise*: You might have been born in a dirty cradle, proceed to black or power metal
e) ULULULULULULULULULU: Wrong genre, find a new job...
--Heavy metal: What do you like to sing/growl about--
a) I don't like to sing, I just like to growl: In that case find a female singer with a good voice so you can growl away while she sings. You may need to s
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
Imaginary EndingsI linger at the window.Imaginary Endings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let the rainfall sing a song
And take me away,
While memories stay.
I'm in a place where
They can't hurt me.
Where the clouds as
They're falling tell a story.
Through the glass,
The hours pass
While soaking clothes
Keep me from the cold.
Dark and empty skies
Arise a shutter expression.
City lights shine
Past forest's edge.
Lie beside me in the road,
Watch the cars overhead.
Sleep beside me in the rain,
Watch the water rise.
She's the one I
Share dreams with.
When we wake
We'll talk of our make
We dream in sync.
Cold seeping in our lungs,
Sitting inside the water's
Lovely, imaginary coffin.
Finger tips going numb.
Smile at the other,
And sleep forever.
We've done what we've
Always dreamt of dreaming.
Sprinting Towards DemiseSprinting Towards Demise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By burning waters, and smoldering bridges,
I await the genesis of our animosity.
Make the move that gives me permission to strike,
make the move that will bring about your end.
Near draws the line that which I advise you to never cross.
Though to my eyes comes the image of your sprinting legs.
It would seem, that through your veins flows pure pestilence,
and that you wish to bring upon me, nuisances by any cost.
Good God, such a fool bound for my throat,
knowing not the patient blade that waits.
Honor averts it's eyes, as your charge draws to an end.
It wishes this good and done, just as I.
A swift jerk of my arm to your direction,
and make you, a last descent to the ground below.
Then burden leaves my shoulders,
as life outward, pours from your filthy heart.
This in Our HeartsThis in Our Hearts2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Faith is not to be governed
by the vile will of you humans.
It is the very pulse of your soul.
The very core of the morality
that drives you.
Like you, it may be tainted & controlled
but only by your given gift of free will
can this take place.
Like light, it holds the power to
guide and to free, just as it holds
The potential to fade away into the darkness.
Like a parasite, can it consume you
but only by the filthy hands
of invited demons.
Faith is both gift & privilege
accepted into heart & mind
by the words of a truthful tongue.
In days to come, shall you hear
the drums of war over & around
The plains of existence, and faith shall be tested.
Hold fast for the Way of God
and not only his Holy Word.
Ever tainted by corrupt men.
Roads shall lead on and mislead
To a great many stories
But faith will move you, should you let it.
Faith is this in our hearts and souls...
Faith is the Road which leads to home...
Faith is the governing force of morality...
Faith was the motivation of these w
RebellionRebellion2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was a rainy Saturday afternoon. Normally Simon would have called some friends over to play on his PlayStation, but today this wouldnt happen. His parents didnt allow anyone to come over, because he had gotten a bad grade in the math-test a few days ago. Simon sighed. I know that I just had a bad day I mean, this can happen to everybody Or not? Oh damn, why are my parents so complicated
After studying for his next test, which he had finished very fast, since hes actually a very good student, he sneaked out of his room. His parents were watching a TV show, so there was no possibility that theyd come upstairs and check onto him. Still, it was impossible for him to go outside or call his friends, since theyd notice that sooner or later.
Instead he climbed up into the attic. Simon liked to rummage around up there, even though his parents had prohibited it, since it was Too dangerous or so. When he had close
Russian RouletteThey take her on her honeymoon.Russian Roulette2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The wedding was lovely, or as lovely as it could have been with a couple that were more polite acquaintances than anything else and two sets of in-laws as stuffy as a dusty pile of money. They grab her when she sneaks out for a walk one night, two men, beefy, not even bothered to arm themselves. Her last thought before the bag is shoved over her eyes is to wonder how much this would ruin her parents' plans.
She comes to in a small brick room on a sallow mattress, windowless and lit by a cool yellow lamp. There's a man there, standing just outside the barred door.
"Kelly Shale," he says, voice nasally, greasy greying hair half-covering his forehead. She's not sure if it's a question or a statement.
She counts the days by watching the guardsone on day shift, one on night. They're probably the same men who took her, but they stay too much out of her field of vision to really tell. It takes until the third day for the woman to come.
'Meil,' they call h
Jessica Biel TGJessica Biel TG2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mitch had fallen on hard times. He wasn't eating out of a garbage can or anything, but his income was much less than sufficient to live a decent life. He had started to try every which way to get extra money, odd jobs and the like. Eventually he gave up and went looking to the lottery for hope. Mitch honestly had never done a single lottery ticket nor had he any idea how it really worked, but he was desperate.
Mitch went into his local GT Seirots gas station for a ticket. He went up to the counter of the store and was greeted by a gorgeous woman. She was beyond description, he couldn't believe she was working at a gas station, even one as nice as Seirots. "Do you have any lottery tickets?" Mitch said shyly, regretting saying that because now she must know that he is new at this. "Oh sure right over here," replied the woman in the most sultry voice he had ever heard. Mitch followed her down the counter to the little lottery ticket center. There were a million of them he thought, some fo
HeartHeart2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
It broke into a million pieces.
I put it back together again; it still works.
Oh... I lost a couple of pieces... But it still works.
Wait! I've lost a couple hundred pieces... But it still works
Scratch that. I lost a couple thousand pieces... But it still works
Oh dear. Nevermind. I have about ten pieces left... But it still works.
Oh no... Well, I only have one piece of this fragile thing... But it still works.
I'm giving this last piece to you. I trust you. Please don't lose it.
PetitePetite3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
This is Kyle or what used to be him. Kyle had a brother named Logan who always hated how Kyle did everything better than he did, sports, school, even girls. He was sick of it so one day surfing the web Logan found a spell that was supposed to get rid of someone so he memorized it. The next day Logan was waiting for Kyle at home. When Kyle walked in Logan hit him with a baseball bat. While Kyle was unconscious he used the spell only he forgot some words & instead of Kyle disappearing. Instead of being his 22 year old self he became a 20 year old he shrunk from 6 foot 6 to a petite 5 foot 1, his brown buzz cut turned blonde & grew down past his shoulders, his features became less masculine he lost all his muscle, his arms, legs, hands, & feet grew small & slender, his clothes changed from a leather jacket & jeans to a tight fitting corset & matching panties, his waist become more curved, & his hips cracked outward, his changes were finally wrapping up when two giant DD formed in his ches
SHUSH!SHUSH!2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don't say anything you'll regret.
Don't let anyone take offense.
Censor yourself, stay off the fence.
Its either one side or the other.
Will you stay quiet?
Or dare mutter?
You'll get murdered if you speak it.
Don't take that lightly cause they mean it.
Oh, they will kill you.
They'd kill me too if I were you,
But they won't cause I don't speak.
I try not to even think.
I've long since killed my urges for such things-
I want to breathe!
I want to breathe!
I've heard they'll drown you in the river.
Set that bow into its quiver,
And let it fly into your sternum like a skewer,
Like a rotisserie.
Its so scary.
So please don't say the things you do.
Or they'll find out, and come for you.
Then I will cry...
Because you didn't have to die.
Because you decided to live your life with opened eyes.
You should've shushed!
Your LoveYour Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You bind me to one.
I can never hurt others.
You bind me to one.
I can never love another.
You make me feel different.
It's hard to explain.
With you, I feel like someone.
Not just a rock that's in the way.
With you, I feel real.
Is there anymore to say?
I wanted someone tall.
I wanted someone who could fight.
I wanted someone that could take on all.
I wanted someone to know what's right.
Someone who could do no wrong.
Someone who could do no harm.
Someone who could protect and never leave at all.
With you, I never feel alone.
With you, I'm someone more than just a tool.
When you look at me, I wish I could see what you see,
That I'm more than just beauty.
You see something unique in me.
I wish I could see it too.
Let me tell you a funny story,
Before I could have cared less what was there.
Now I know there's more to me than just something to stare.
You never make me feel stupid.
You never let me fall.
To you, I am not just a plain wall.
There is no blank surface or pretend.
DebutThey're setting up extra chairsDebut4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a crowd expected today
I never dreamed in a million years
that I'd be seen this way.
Lines of cars snaking their way
traffic control had to save the day
parking spots so scarce and tight
walking distance such a fright.
So many people in one little place
anticipation on every face
dressed to kill the precious ones
this is priority number one.
A beautiful day with a gentle breeze
spring so fresh on budding trees
Lined up in rows they gave this day
to watch me enter my fresh dug grave.
Young loveYou left that dayYoung love4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
took my heart away
didn't think twice
now its ice
I trusted you
turns out I was a fool
don't know what I saw in you
all I know is
Now I hate you
ExtinguishingEveryday,Extinguishing3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I see less of the world.
The experts say
it will only get worse.
My vision is slowly
Skies, once blue,
now look gray.
If I stare at your beauty,
don't take offense,
I'm merely soaking
the essence in.
the glint of your skin,
I will never
see them again.
With each diminishing
I see my world
with what's left
of my eyes.
I try my best
all the beauty
until the day,
I will see no more.
SplintersTiny fragmentsSplinters2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
of solid beams
their fragile seams.
Flung into the air
Not of metal
or of wood
from no structure
where they stood,
the origin of
flew from you
as guided words.