Mourning CloakMourning Cloak3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's no mistaking
While I'm busy gawking
You're already leaving
me suddenly grieving for you abrupt exit
I see why they are called mourning cloaks....when they fly away you lose something lovely before you really have seen it.
Am I Alive?Breath inAm I Alive?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you just
Yet I am still here.
With the Force
When I needed to be
So I fell
Back into my
By the one I
Forever imprinted on my
Modern Day Slavery"Willingly, no one chooses the yoke of slavery." -AeschylusModern Day Slavery4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Some would say modern day slavery is parents forcing their children into chores. I'm not talking about the normal pick-up-your-clothes or clean-your-room chores. I'm talking about the help-re-tile-the-roof and clean-the-basement-even-though-you-haven't-gone-down-there-in-months ones. Whether or not those who say so are right is not of my concern.
That is to say, I can't touch that.
Most people would talk about the sweatshops in China and other places of that sort and about the fact that those 200 dollar shoes that you bought last Christmas with your babysitting money could be made by kids making maybe $2 a week. But, as you can see, I'm not most people. I don't know much about sweatshops. I have a general idea but that's all it is, a general idea. The impossible has happened: I'm afraid of information. I'm afraid that I won't be able to go to the mall and not break down crying once I see a box of Nike gym shoes. Crying
Discorded Pinkie Pie, Not funDiscorded Pinkie Pie, Not fun4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Laughter Can Make Others Cry"
HELLO! HELLO! I'm Pinkamina Diane Pie but everyone calls me Pinkie Pie, I call me Pinkie Pie, except for that little bit just now I guess!
I still remember when Equestia was created how about you? The Sonic Rainboom hit my family's rock farm like this big KA-POW! It gave me this great mane style too! I was so happy I wanted to share it with everyone! My happiness, not my mane! I'd be bald if I did that! So . . . I threw a party! Yes Maneonnites dance! And I think I'm good too! My family loved it and I felt the tingle on my rump! I'll tell you how I got my cutie mark some other time!
I've always been able to make others laugh! I just giggle at the ghosties and they just fade away!
Chocolate Rain! CHOCOLATE RAIN! Oh, right, and the Elements of Harmony got taken by this draco-something or other that really knew how to dance on Twilight's head! Tee-hee! OOOOH! A Balloon Garden! COOL!!
Everyone's laughing. Everyone keeps laughing when I
Notre Grand EmpereurNotre Grand Empereur2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
L’âme de l’Europe, comme nos cœurs, brille avec bonheur
En rappelant la grande heure révolutionnaire
Et vous, soldats! Vous rappeliez votre Empereur?
Grande Armée! Vous pourriez chanter son nom en chœur?
La perle de la France est contente de son grand avant-garde
Chaque homme sait chanter son nom; Napoléon Bonaparte!
La lumière de son âme illumine la belle gloire
Pas celle des guerres ou de l’Empire; il nous fait croire
En cet idéal méritoire, en cette victoire
Qui transcende les luttes de pouvoir ou territoire
Voilà le soleil immortel, tout le monde lui regarde
Chaque âme chante son nom au ciel; Napoléon Bonaparte!
Trois mots sacrés étaient le credo d’un héros
Qui nous unissait autour d'un nouveau drapeau
Ses couleurs flottent au vent d’Iéna à Marengo
Tout l’Europe se rappellera toujours ces mots!
Okami Fan FictionWARNING the following fan fic contains spoilers pertaining to the game. The events take place after the the end of the game, approximately 8 months after. If you are playing the game, or wish to play the game and do not want it, or the ending spoiled, then don't read. If you don't care either way, then read.Okami Fan Fiction6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The small Poncle stared at the parchment in front of him, brush in one hand and sighed. He bowed his head and shook it, he couldnt do it. He had no inspiration, no motivation, nothing to create a great masterpiece. The longer he stared at the paper, the more he realized nothing was going to come to him.
It had been nearly a year since hed parted ways with Amaterasu, who hed affectionately nicknamed Ammy. A tear rolled off his cheek and fell onto the paper in front of him; hed grown attached to the fur ball and missed her greatly. Placing the brush down he leaned back and closed his eyes as he tried to hold onto the memories, from when they
DisappearErasuresDisappear9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on a sheet -
not very neat..
strain to read
the thought pressed
into paper -
as it should
AngieAlways a red dress,Angie4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
never a black...
Angie took my hand
to board the boat
to Italy (a boat,a ship
which did not exist)
"You have never
looked so beautiful.
Papa's favorite dress..."
But Alice (her name for me)
was dressed in white
that night (starched uniform,
no long red gown)
as we packed
(well, she packed)
and she sat
and I came back
after doing my work
to : "Alice, sit by me,
it's time for the funeral."
I sat for a minute
(all that was allowed)
I saw that funeral
over and over
each night for 2 years...
the red dress
and her family's tears...
We sat by the boat
(which did not exist)
for two years
with Angie's fears
until I had no time
for my Angie
and her time
came to an end.
What should I say?Well what should I say???What should I say?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Should I talk about how amazing you are?
How much of a woman you are?
The way you make me smile?
The way you make me laugh?
The way I get all nervous to talk to you?
How intelligent you are?
The way I can talk to you about anything?
How you're always on my mind and always there for me?
or the millions of ways in which you made me fall for you?
hmmm I can't make up my mind so I'll just leave you with my heart .
Guide to an Opera GhostGuide to an Opera Ghost10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
OWNER'S GUIDE AND MANUAL
PHANTOM OF THE OPERA UNIT
WARNING: PHANTOM UNIT cannot be obtained without the purchase of a CHRISTINE UNIT. Acquisition of a PHANTOM UNIT without the purchase of a CHRISTINE UNIT will result in the self-destruction of your PHANTOM UNIT. We realize the inconvenience of this, but it is necessary. Attempts to become a Christine substitute usually result in failure, but they have been proved possible in a few circumstances.
Accessories: Unit comes equipped with stated accoutrements:
1 White Half-Mask, Blob-Shape: to be worn at all times (note: your UNIT will also wear the later-stated Death's Head Mask, but only at certain occasions; such as balls or Halloween parties.) Said White Mask can only be removed by a CHRISTINE UNIT, after which your PHANTOM UNIT will go into FURIOUS RAGE MODE and hurl objects at any mirror in the vicinity.
1 Black Cloak, Silk: with Swirling Action and Dramatic Effect
1 Black Suit, worn at all times. WARNING: Attempt to dress your PHANTOM
Winter can never reach SpringSpringWinter can never reach Spring4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Forever there to bring a stop to the cold
Scent mesmerizing, warmth intoxicating
Always wanted, always wished for
Always wished away
Tries to hold on, tries to steal the warmth
Always whisked away by the warmth of Spring
But always there
Wanting what it can't have
Grasping what can't be reached
A weapon in the night
A shield in the light
Always so near
But always destined to be apart
An Absol TF 3 Pokr5 sat at his laptop. He had heard no signs of his friends Brad and Tony for some time now. He sighed and said nothing. The last he heard of them, they were roleplaying as Absols. The next thing he knew, two Absols were standing in front of him.An Absol TF 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Who are you?" the deviant asked to the two Pokemon standing in front of him. The younger Absol sighed. He thought that the hat on his head would be enough identity. Whereas the older Absol just wanted to get things over with.
The younger Absol shuddered a bit, then did something unexpected. He bit Pokr.
Pokr jumped in the air and screamed. Then something weird happened. Fur started growing on his hand. The color white. Blue fur covered his head as a blue horn grew out of it. His face pushed out into a muzzle and white fur covered
Pillow MemoriesPillow Memories4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
May 9th 2006
People always told me death was a numbing experience, that I wouldn’t feel the pain for quite some time. It has already been three weeks, four days, and twenty-one hours, and they were wrong. I felt the loss of you that very second in the dreary hospital room. You were barely conscious, but Robert and I talked your way into a private room. Small, and unnaturally white, but I know you preferred the privacy over the bustle of the wards – cheery blue-gowned nurses, and the sickly aroma of flowers hurriedly purchased from the hospital shop by hoards of reluctant relatives.
I didn’t bring you flowers. Instead, I brought you photographs, pulled straight from the albums in the spare room. The first was that photograph you took of me with your very first colour-film camera in 1975 1977. I had to take some time to remember the year; you know how I get sometimes. It’s the one in which I’m holding little Annie in her
My bullying story/ letter to bullies from my pastFinally, after several years, I decided to stand up to my bullies.My bullying story/ letter to bullies from my past7 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Thanks ahead of time to anyone who reads this to the end. (It's a bit depressing, but gets good at the end.)
The majority of these are from middle school.
I was a pretty weird kid, You know, the kid that everyone liked picking on.
Since I'm the weird one, the different one, you chose me to be your victim. You chose the defenseless, confused one, just like you all do. That's what you like, you like walking all over and spitting on the ones you know won't do anything about it.
Yeah, it made you feel good, didn't it? If feels good to make someone feel like complete crap. It feels good to make them cry. You think you're better than me? You think you can toss my books around, and laugh as I miserably walk in front of the laughing class to pick them up, and say you were kidding? You think it's all fun and games. You think you can (literally) push me around and tell me to "get out of here" just because I'm weak, frail, and dif
Mama's LullabyMama,Mama's Lullaby1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
please don’t sing.
hymns bring me
back to those days
back to those
please don’t sing.
Your melodic music-
to my eyes
to my wrists.
Please stop singing.
hurt me more
ButterfliesListen HereButterflies1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I got butterflies…
You’re a butterfly…
You flew away…
I fell in love
With the most beautiful Butterfly.
Born Without Wings
So I thought I could help you shine.
The little secrets that kept us alive.
But it’s sad now
‘Cause no one knows we existed.
You’re just a boxed memory
A musical phrase in my life’s symphony.
In my dreams you never left
You never made me wait.
Let you fly away.
But a beauty like you…
I want to share the same grave
I got butterflies…
You’re a butterfly…
You flew away…
You got in that bus and road away.
I never saw you again, we never speak.
But you triggered a part me that I couldn’t show.
I exposed my music, oh you didn’t know?
It was you that I fell in love with.
It was you that I wrote my first song about.
Pagan ritual; I’m the sacrific
Of Paper Roses and Coral BraceletsOf Paper Roses and Coral Bracelets3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slowly, I finger
The perfect, pink
That twine around
The white wrought iron
Of my bed.
Plants, ripple in the breeze
Over the portal,
Daffodils trail, glowing
And sparkling, gauzy dragonflies
Flutter in invisible line
Beside a purple-pink orchid
Birds peck by mountains
The size of keys
And a golden angel hovers,
Over purple sea pearls
And white oyster seeds
Above them, turquoise coral
Hangs, in a hoop
The painted phoenix soars
While the jade chi'lin
Prowls, amongst peacock quills
Under arcing, trembling starlight
Then the silk scarf second sky
Unfurls, throwing songbirds
Into the ether.
And it is complete
The whole world
Within these four white walls.
The dark turns to light (view description for infoThe dark turns to lightThe dark turns to light (view description for info10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will remember you
When the sun goes down
You helped me back into light
Since I struggled in the darkness
You comforted me
when the sun set
You'll never know
How I've deserted myself
Then I saw you
And learned of life
When I first saw you
I learned to love again
It lit up the light in my heart
When you smiled
The moment our eyes met
If I could learn to love one
I could love all
He said to become like a child
No knowledge of hate
Live every day like its your last
Last day to change the world
When I struggle to see the sunrise
Just always know
I'll think of you
The dark turns to light
Lost KitesLove was paper kisses;Lost Kites1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Beneath lyrical oaks
We cut the strings
On cellophane kites.
The MazeThe Maze2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Divide reality from illusion
Forwards is backwards
Separate belief from redemption
Success is failure
Where shadow crosses light
The ground meets my face
I'm surrounded by lies
The truth is too far away
Hope is this-
Faith is this-
Pain is this-
It's just another dead end / It's filled with emptiness
This is death's discontent / Resenting life's rhetorical existence
Fear is this-
Chaos is this-
Peace is this-
An infinite cycle mocks
Turn after turn
The timelessness cannot stop
As the same path is reborn
An unstable prisoner drowns
Lost inside my own encrypted mind
The way out can never be found
In this maze called “my life”
Flowers and RainA city full of flowers. A city full of rain.Flowers and Rain2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I watch over it through the gap in the crumbling brickwork. There's a little girl wandering in the street below. God knows how she got there. I can't see properly through the scope of my rifle, but it looks like she's crying.
When I see her face I remember something I haven't remembered for years. I was her age when the evacuations happened. At least they started as evacuations. The word implies that everyone was following a plan, but it was just mass panic within a few hours. Still, we call those days the evacuations, because that was the word they gave us. That's the word my parents used.
I remember I held my mother's hand all the way through the crowds. I remember the way I slipped out of her grasp on a bridge full of violent people. I remember being jostled and crushed by the rabble as I searched for them. I remember the taste of my tears.
I brush my hair away from my eyes and watch her through my sights as she picks her way up the road.
My Stolen Heart~My Stolen Heart~My Stolen Heart1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I lie in bed an hour later, after the horrid event
My hand is pressed
Against my chest
Where could my pulse have went?
I toss and turn,
My chest--it burns!
But the chamber is empty and still
My mind is aloof
Right here is the proof
You took it against my will!
I grip my wrist,
I turn, I twist
Yet the skin lies silent and cold
I listen hard,
And yet my heart--
Is no longer under my control!
You took it, you thief!
You're beyond belief!
You snatched it when we were alone
Was it when we kissed?
I knew something was amiss...
Now my chest is as still as stone