Sinusitis: A HaikuNasal cavitySinusitis: A Haiku4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Fascinating petrie dish
A mucoid rainbow
Dont Let GoDont Let Go11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you begin to fall
I'll help you stand
I'll pick you up
and hold your hand.
No matter how much pain you feel
I'll be here
to help you heal.
Dont ever tell me good-bye
I need you more than you know
without you here
I have no where to go.
You are my angel
you gave me my wings
you are my savior
who sings me many things.
Tell me you wont ever leave
and that you promise to stay
make sure you'll keep my skies blue
dont ever let them turn grey.
Look into my eyes
and promise me this
you wont ever go
without one last kiss.
I could not live
without you here
I am able to breathe
when you are near.
Never will you know
just how much i love you
I just hope you know
I love you so.
Grievous Is He Who MournsTRIBUTE TO GENERAL GRIEVOUSGrievous Is He Who Mourns11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Shards of glass stain his lungs.
Echoing curses and burning his eyes through hellish compartments in his grief.
Disgrace is his embodiment
A warrior burned at the stake by years of desolation and agony.
His revenge is the coming of the gods
His grating voice will roar over the skies as he claims the heart of his prey
Crushing it in his ceramic gauntlet and raising his sword for the land to tremble before his victory.
He mourns himself.
He mourns his losses.
Grievous is he.
Again he is lost
Again he strives to go on and end his yearning.
To no longer revel in the touch of others
To longer see what it's like to love
To no longer be
To no longer....
Sleep in his despair he shall
Until the temple falls over his broken, burnt corpse.
Beyond recognition is his once holy visage
The embodiment of honor.
His heart is blackened by years of conflict and love is no more
He is all that matters to them.
He is God where he dwells.
He is their immortal savior.
VampireVampire10 years ago in Horror More Like This
I move with the agility of a bird, on light feet and clear intention. I am of unbreakable bones and unblemished flesh, immortality flows through my veins, and I have no use for air. I am a legend embodied, a myth personified. I live on death and perceive through pain, yet my love for existence is greater than the sun is hot.
You will recall such creatures as myself from literature in the genre of horror, and from motion pictures full with gore and heart-tugging scream. But the truth of my kind is far from horrible. To ignorant minds yes, we are a force to be feared, but to those who are willing to be wise we are a species to be idolised. Answer me this: why would one not desire eternal youth, sensuality free of guilt, and lust that is never unquenched? The perfect existence.
We are paradoxical to the mortal eye; for we are you fear and desire incarnate. There is endless possibility in immortality, so those of you who seek knowledge and adv
The Angel of the DawnI am your angel of the dawn,The Angel of the Dawn10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The render of the night.
I come when hope is all but gone
To shed on you my light:
To pass and leave unseen, but always in your sight.
I follow you as one would see
A star against the sky.
To fill my heart with sight of thee,
To make our spirits fly:
My soul and yours as one, together up on high.
I follow close, just e'er so near,
My wings about your frame,
To take you close, to catch a tear,
To softly speak your name:
A name from Heav'n given, as human it became.
When Fate so grants the pow'r to soar
I'll float along your glide.
But Fate uplifted once before
To bring me by your side:
To bring me to my love, my love and soon my bride.
But when such Fate a cruel part plays,
And eyes glisten wi
Welcome to the Machine.I'm on a plane right now, watching the ominous line of The Wall through the window. It's a scar on the surface of the desert, too far away and too high to see over. The window is real, which makes this a spectacularly old plane, and I'm feeling stupid because I thought it was a viewer at first. My nerves are on edge and I'd like to take my mind off of what lies ahead. I unfold my notebook and start writing with flicks of my fingers and eyes. Optic/haptic interfaces are for grandparents and Luddites, I just haven't got around to getting an interface yet. The pilots have shut off all wireless and I desperately need something to do, so I start writing yet another journal entry about how I, and the rest of the world, got here. It's a stupid hobby of mine. And it might provide some blessed distraction.Welcome to the Machine.6 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I like history.
I think that's what really got me into junk mining. Being able to pay my rent probably had something to do with it too. But I still like history, and junk mining was a
when i grow upwhen i grow up,when i grow up10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i want to be
a painter of the skies.
a flick of the wrist,
a spatter of a cloud,
a sight to simply notice.
when i grow up,
i want to be
a song within your ears.
that catchy tune,
that beat to make you dance,
that sound to keep near your heart.
when i grow up,
i want to be
a neverending road.
a twisting, turning maze,
a journey to show you more,
an adventure waiting to happen.
when i grow up,
i want to be
a gust of wind.
to play in your hair,
to catch your ideas,
to send it all to the clouds.
when i grow up,
i want to be
an inspiration to your soul.
your muse when you cant think,
your voice when you cant speak,
your crutch when you cant go on.
when i grow up,
i want to be
sheshe10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the hill of the ancient oak, she lives in the house of the crying eyes. This is her life. Blood and pain, lust and perversion. Let her bleed; let her bleed; let her bleed.
Seven scars for seven sins.
This is where the fun begins.
Another drop of blood
Secrets…Her secrets. To be kept forevermore. She's always alone.
Alone forever yet not. Voices keep her sane.
The walls whisper to her. They promise one more cut will stop the pain.
One more burn
One more tear
One more drop of blood
It all ends today. Tomorrow. Tonight.
It all ends again, like it ended before.
Held in the sorrow she sleeps on the floor.
She has no more life to take.
In her dreams she does not wake.
She looks upon the flames she sets, they burn her tired sighs. Born in flame, the fury and pain. It all comes rushing back again.
She cannot burn
She cannot bleed
She cannot shed a tear
The dead don't talk and she wont scream. She dreams of joining them. The dead don't talk and she wont scream.
HauntingsHauntings10 years ago in Open More Like This
Purgatory. with darkness comes
the pounding of thoughts,
like a thundering waterfall that remains
so hellishly silent.
Dreaming, eyes open,
With primordial illusions
that lash our eyelashes
with songs screaming of the Dead
and tea leaves left bare, predicting
Poltergeists chant their everlasting requiems
for the Living, as we stare into eyeholes
the butterfly tilts its wing to'ard the Cathedral,
past tombstones marking history with pessimism,
lilting, hope upon fragile fragments
of a tattered body that will give out
in no less than two kilometres.
([above] the Ocean.)
A Riddle I MadeOne digit range is what you seek, a count of seven within it be, but yet it has a dual three. This duality is both neutral and not, yet math is not what is required for you. What is this counting range to this cryptic clue?A Riddle I Made9 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Here is something I came up with last night. Can you all figure it out?^_^
Armies of Chaos Ch. 2Chapter TwoArmies of Chaos Ch. 210 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Realm overflowed with light. Two men sat at a table, a sheaf of neatly written reports out before them. One was a man with flowing white hair and dark skin, and the other was a man with light blonde hair, beard, and mustache. The older, bearded man was wearing ice blues and whites where he'd once worn red and black. He observed the reports with interest.
"I'm suprised I was able to adapt to the light so quickly after dwelling in darkness for so long..." he said, pondering the reports laid before him before returning his gaze toward his companion.
"I understand your confusion, but light is easy to embrace when one does not fear it," his companion replied. Ansem chuckled.
"As I'm sure you know quite well. But, for such a realm as this to exist... a realm split into three, where those who are incomplete go when they die..... It's a lot to take in. And the fact that I arrived here... I knew that anything was possible, but I never could have imagined it would allow me
KH3: Armies of Chaos Chapter 4Chapter 4KH3: Armies of Chaos Chapter 49 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Under the radiant sky of the After-Light, in front of Xehanort's research lab, the three sides of Xehanort stood. Xemnas wielding two crimson blades of light, the Seeker of Darkness acting puppet master over his Demon Shadow, and the new Xehanort brandishing his radiant Keyblade. Xemnas noticed Xehanort was smirking slightly.
Even though he's outnumbered, the bastard thinks he can win…? Xemnas thought angrily, raising his swords and charging. Xehanort quickly raised his Keyblade to counter, and a flurry of sparks rained down as the radiant sword effortlessly deflected the two beam blades the Nobody wielded. Xemnas snarled, increasing the fury of his strikes.
As the two were distracted, Ansem rose up behind them.
"Take THIS!" he shouted, having his shadow lash out with its claws at the armored Xehanort. Seeing this, the Keyblade wielder blurred suddenly, vanishing to the side impossibly fast. Xemnas had to jump back awkwardly.
"Idiot Heartless! You almost
Jaxshou's Nobody Profile: WIPName:- JaxshouJaxshou's Nobody Profile: WIP8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Proof of Existence:- The Alterist
Somebody's Name:- Joshua
Weapon:- For his weapons, boy, this'll take a while to describe. XD For it, it has many forms, but his most commonly used ones are hidden multi-purpose weapons, disguised as hilts hidden in the outer side of his Composite Gloves. First, they're made of metal, but they almost look like skin due to the rumples in the metal that look like folds of skin, and on the hand, the metal is stretched tight to look like taut skin, before his fingers end up with claws. The gloves are nearly all black except for certain parts that are white, though the gloves do have a reflective surface. Then, that's when the design gets complicated after that.
For the fingers, they are somewhat like the taut skin look in texture, ALMOST looking like fingers themselves, but noticably metal and segmented, despite the seams between the metal being nearly unnoticable without a magnifying glass. Oh, and the gloves extend to slightly before reachi
learning to stand up straighti wish i were a brown haired girllearning to stand up straight9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with bangs too long and mismatched eyes
and braids so delicate that the upside-down
frayed ends brushed the clouds
making love to the hidden sun.
i wish i were a lonely girl, telling the stars
goodnight. rosy red cheeks and disfigured hands
that could only feel the snow.
but could touch everything.
i wish i were a dying girl, who loved evil
because it was real. and kissed the drunks goodbye.
who married broken hearts and gangly legs
and let the zoo animals free. i wish i knew i
wasn't real and i wasnt asleep
and that everyone forgot how to bleed.
i wish i never loved anything.
The Writing ProcessWhat is the Writing Process?The Writing Process8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Many of us learned that the writing process is made up of five parts: Pre-writing, Writing, Revision, Editing, and Publishing. Indeed, this process has been so ingrained, and the vocabulary and terms have become such a part of our education, that some students (and adults) feel as if writing is a formulaic, rigid thingnot unlike learning mathematicsthat they simply never excelled in. Fortunately, this simply isn't true. While the five basic steps of the writing process are effective, they can only be effective if the people using the process understand the purpose of each step.
Experience has shown that many students do not know the purpose of drafting beyond a certain, vague understanding that you're supposed to "correct" or "fix" something for each new draft. Its unfortunate, but its also been shown that students who are forced to Pre-Write in certain ways, even when they have been
Another CatgirlAs Aaron awoke one morning from uneasy dreams he found he was transformed in his bed into a teenaged catgirl. His boxer shorts felt too large, two nipples poked at the thin cotton of his T-shirt, and he had a tail. Moreover, it was already 9 o'clock; he should've been out the door an hour and a half ago.Another Catgirl10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Aaron?" his mother's voice called. "Your boss is on the phone! Are you there?"
When he tried to talk he gagged silently instead.
"It looks like he's still asleep; I'll have him call as soon as he wakes up. I'm sure you already know how easily he gets sick. Yes."
Aaron spat out a wad of saliva and hair onto his bed sheets. "Ugh. What was that?" His voice had become much higher too. "Hello?" he said experimentally. He was hearing through the top of his head too--through two big cat ears.
"Oh my!" His mother had poked her head into the room. "I don't think we've been introduced..."
Aaron pulled the blanket up over his chest. "It's me, Aaron."
"Your name's Erin? That's so cute! Aar
Blind EyesThe undertaker is a silent partnerBlind Eyes10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To the bringers of death,
The dead speak to him fore he tells not their secrets
and they tell not his
Why can I not tell my secrets to the undertaker
Will he not take my secrets to the grave
The dead persue the living until death
And in death lies the secrets of the dead
No mortal man could contain them
No immortal who is but a memory could detain them
Fore they are the secrets
And all that which was once black and white becomes grey
The grey of a faded funeral dress
The grey of a paling shadow
A fading memory
This goes to show that within the mind all fades
And within my own mind i cannot escape thier eyes
Blind eyes that seek me beyond the minds
Beyond the lives of men and beasts
This is my burden and I hide from the blind eyes
Can they see you? Do you hide?
The undertaker knows...
KH3: Armies of Chaos Ch. 5Chapter 5KH3: Armies of Chaos Ch. 59 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The battle between the three Xehanorts continued before Axel, Larxene, and Ansems disbelieving eyes. The Heartless, Nobody, and Keybearer were all bloodied and increasingly desperate as their free-for-all prolonged the stalemate between their immense powers.
Xehanort winced as he dodged a sudden attack from Xemnas, one of his shoulder pads absorbing the blow. He hadnt expected the fight to take such a toll on his strength; individually, he suspected he could overpower either of his counterparts, but the disorganized melee was keeping him from being able to turn the tables on his opponents. Gritting his teeth, he once again used his Light Sprint to put some distance between himself and his enemies at the speed of light.
Xemnas growled, before noticing a large shadow falling over him. He barely teleported away before the claw of his Heartlesss giant guardian struck the ground hed been standing on. The Seeker of Darkness snarled in frustration.
reality needs no wishreality needs no wish9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i realized i wasn't falling
as the clouds ascended upon me and
embraced me in my own condensated tears.
i guess it could have been called flying.
with glazed eyes and a half smile
memories reflected in the sadness:
laughing, crying, talking, yelling,
running, hiding, helping, becoming.
but as my hand fell through the air
in an attempt to once more capture those moments,
my memories glistened for a last time
then dispersed leaving my cheeks damp
and as the fog lifted, my mind cleared.
my feet had never left the ground.
The Thief Dilemma IThe Thief Dilemma I11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Thief Dilemma: Chapter One
"Who's there?" The figure in the shadows asked in a deep, gruff voice. The arrow, half pulled on the tense string, hung poised in the air. The black hood hid his eyes, but his clean-shaven jaw was set. He shifted, growing impatient for a response. "Speak up."
The two shadows in the corner shifted nervously. One stood up. "We- we sort of… fell… into the game…"
The thief's eyes narrowed. "What game?"
Inching into a standing position, the second shadow whispered to the first, "Megan… I don't think this is such a good idea…"
"Shut up," the first shadow hissed back, "I'm thinking, okay?"
With caution, the thief moved his hand slowly to an arrow marked by a red feather in his quiver. His gloved fingers felt the texture of the fletch at last, and with a deft, lightning fast move, the first arrow fell to the floor, instantly replaced by the brilliant blazing fire arrow. Light from the tip cascaded into the room, showing everything. The thief's eyes widened
her collectionsas a girl: the only things she would touch were doorknobs.her collections9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she would wrap her fingers around the metal, count the plastic jewlery on her wrists, and listen for the sounds in the next room over that always reminded her of lonely ghosts.
okI'm not okayok6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But that's ok
Because no one's is OK
And that's okay
Cause we all pretend its ok
So it's okay
That I'm not okay.
smotheredThe simmering coals of past memoriessmothered10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Are once again ignited
By sparks of emotion
And embers of charred innocence
The flame in my eyes
That you mistake for passion
Is, in actuality, a burning hate
Kindled by flashing images
And colliding thoughts
That violently combust within my soul
Every time you touch me
A ticking bomb is my heart
Ready to explode at any moment
Into fragments of smoldering ruins
My spirit that had been held
In such a fiery hell
Has now returned to ashes
Where the flame has been extinguished
And you can never touch me again