ClockwiseНочь, тишина,Clockwise3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Только слышно, как дождь барабанит по крышам.
Здесь я одна,
И крики мои никто не услышит.
Почему-то мгновенно застыли.
Неужели совсем я одна
No sound but the wind: poemNo sound but the wind: poem3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit, quiet.
I hear, nothing.
Breeze along my ears
graceful and soft
I sit, quiet.
I hear, the wind.
The cloth, it blows up, so light
like a leaf...
carried away with the wind
to a place of peace
Rest. I unwind
by the sound
that the wind makes
1D FanFic Ch. 10 Dress Right1D FanFic Ch. 10 Dress Right3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"La petite poule grise L'tait un petite' poul', une petite poule, grise Qu'allait ponder dans l'glise " I sang in French as I rocked back and forth on my feet, Cherish yawning in my arms.
"Why are you singing to my daughter in French, Mir?" Niall asked, coming in and planting a kiss on my cheek, he had some kind of food in his mouth , but I didn't ask.
"Because she's going to speak French." I said.
"Because you don't speak it."
"Why would you do that to me?" Niall asked, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck.
"So we can talk about boys without you listening in." I smiled, turning my head to look at him. "See, I'm smart." I said in French.
"I know Je and I can assume intellegente means smart" He said, and kissed me.
Apparently, he had been eating a carrot; but he had swallowed it, thankfully
"Hey, I'm holding the baby, wouldn't want her to get the wrong impression." I teased, and Niall laughed. "Hey, I was hoping to go out shopping with the Kat la
You're Not AloneI couldn't help but noticeYou're Not Alone5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that threaten to pour from your
Or the way you walk:
hands in your pockets and
back hunched, as if
some immense weight was
pushing down on you.
I wanted to tell you that I know how you feel.
I am no stranger to
To the overwhelming sense that nobody cares;
that you are completely
I can't fix all your problems for you.
I can't step into your life and
magically make all your pain
But what I can do, is
The IslandI must admitThe Island3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I could never be with a girl who don't smoke
Cause I feel so lonely if you don't smoke with me
It's like baby
Just come sit on my lap
While I roll up this mango
We'll take a trip to a tropical island
I'll treat you like an angel
Bend you in all the right angles
And I hope you treat me good
Cause your such a looker
High heels like a hooker
This lemon liqueur got me tippin
This mango got me trippin
Got a boat load of bud trees
Lost somewhere on the island
Everyday sand in my toes
Lookin for my many o's
Baby girl sittin next to me lookin into the abyss
Floatin on an island
Wish this was my land
But I can't buy land
Cause Im lost like this island
She got her makeup running
Trying to fix that shit
I'm like baby just wash it off
That shit don't fly with me
Nice and clean
Smoke that green
Get bear naked
Eat some granola
Float in the ocean and forget about jewels and gold
Cause baby girl you and me were gonna get old
So for now just deal
Your hand is done just fold
To DreamTo Dream4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To dream is to remember
To remember is to feel
To feel is to want
to want is to desire
to desire is to dream
so I dream about you
Experience is Everything and NothingExperience is Everything and Nothing3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Everything that has happened or will happen was meant to happen;
However nothing was meant to last forever, even if it was intended to.
So live life like you meant to do everything that you did do or intend to do.
And don't worry if you or anyone else doesn't understand why everything happened.
Just be thankful that you lived long enough to experience it all.
Imagine SurfingImagine Surfing4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Imagine yourself on a hot, sunny day walking barefoot through the sand, feeling it sifting softly beneath your feet. From afar, your walk seems leisurely, but it's actually a walk of anticipation, of excitement, and of a daring demeanor. Your hair gets caught in the warm summer breeze and billows gracefully about your face, which carries your smile and your shining eyes. Your head lifts. You hear it now and your heart begins to pound furiously within your chest.
The ocean. It's vast and endless, like a very good dream that you don't ever want to end. Its body rises and falls as if it is a living being, breathing and thriving. Its waves crash gently against the shore, reaching for your sun-tanned toes, and then retreating in defeat. The sun admires itself in its reflection on the water's surface, dancing and glimmering in its glory. The ocean roars, but it also whispers, gently calling you and luring you to its edge, begging you to partake in its rolling cool waters.
You can't help but
-Tick--Tick-8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And when I sang there were angels. And when I spoke, doors opened.
And when I was loved by all I was most hated. And when I fell I became a god.
There is no such thing as strangeness in the world. There is only that which has been and that which is. Nothing is ugly but perception makes it so.
Tick. Whirr. Hiss.
The mechanics of the body, our substance, operating in the face of countless organic flaws, should not be confined to the pettiness of beauty. In action lies worth. The value of the flesh lies in its persistence and the minute intricacies of its functioning.
What is the difference between these soft hanging lips, and the smooth determination of a heart, the elegance of bone? Why should I love these less than the other?
These are slick, secreted away in the sanctuary of our mass, requiring excavation and delicacy.
Tick. Click. Cling.
There is so much to hate about faces. Faces lie. Skin lies. Muscle, sinew, bone. These things do not lie. They are the most unappreciated gems of cr
Reunion english translationReunion english translation3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Total sleep in the last 3 months:
- 5 hours!
Once again, a well done job!
A little word from the author:
So, it has been almost 3 months since I have given in to one of my favorite hobbies: role playing on messenger. I became enamored of role playing several years ago and developed two of the characters you see here, Faust and Cendre.
During an innocent discussion with Amaltheren, a friend of mine, we started playing a couple of scenarios involving Cendre and Morquendi, her character. Role playing is like smoking. Even if you stop, you always go back to it.
I enjoy role playing a lot because it gives me a little escape from the grayish taste of daily life.
It also enables me to keep a permanent link with my characters, to create new ones and to give them a 'real' life without having to draw a comic.
I like the interactions created when role playing, and when the characters interact well that is all the inspiration I need to take a pen and start drawing non-stop.
A Rose by Any Other NameA Rose by Any Other Name5 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
In a white hospital bed, pale as the lifeless bones of a decaying skeleton, with my flesh exposed through the backless dress of my hospital gown, I listen to nurses discuss my mental health. I can taste the quiet tap of a pen on paper and their tiny smiles of contempt.
Shame comes in waves. Its not like a scalpel or the cold touch of a surgeons hand. They never tell you that it can eat away at your insides like a virus. (That it eats you alive). Shame is not a symptom of the mentally ill. Its just a side effect.
In my creased hospital dress, I wish for death. The sweetest sleep away from detached, gloved hands and dissociative expressions. The never-ending hostile questions and the silent blame and accusations lying unspoken on dry lips.
You did this. Youre not sick. Youre just a twisted, manipulative lunatic.
Under medication and the slow Novocain drip of sedation, I wish for another disease. I want a tumor in my head something t
Something's ChangedSomething's changedSomething's Changed3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't know what,
But I am no longer the same.
but no longer afraid.
but no longer as lonely.
Still not quite happy,
but no longer sad.
but no longer ashamed.
Still physically identical,
but fundamentally different.
and I think it's for the better.
PressureSomething broke.Pressure3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A hard CRACK while sitting in
a soft chair. No pain registered.
The absence of it
is like watching explosions in space.
You follow the curve of your skull. You remember
how skulls are formed like tectonic plates.
Your head wants to be a planet,
volcanic, living, in change.
You continue to your left shoulder,
the one with all the problems.
But today, it has nothing to say.
Your rib cage moves
like oceanic waves, expecting a storm
that hasn't come.
You stand up,
you consider your legs,
nothing feels wrong,
But you can break
more than your body.
Nonsense"What are you staring at?"Nonsense4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I told her.
She slapped me.
Birth of BenevolenceBirth of Benevolence3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Pale hooves scuffed on the sun-shriveled ground. All four were connected to black legs that jerked periodically, supporting a new body birthed by the earth and breathed to life by the wind. The skin was black and the body hair was white. A neck that would grow more sleek with muscle given more years was thin now, curved, and supported a delicate head with a straight, small nose. The pair of black delicate sensory organs pulled in the dry air. Coughs came from the dark mouth as the air burned the young throat. Long lashes over small eyes fluttered, trying to grasp the concept of sight.
A song murmured overhead and the filly twitched both small white ears. She looked up and amaranth-pink strands curled in a line down the equine neck from between the ears to the withers. A great bowl of blue greeted her. She turned. There was only the heat beaten ground with parched cracks that opened like so many desperate mouths towards the sky.
What am I? Where am I?, the filly thought. Where
The Past has Become the PresentUnsureThe Past has Become the Present2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of where to go,
what to do,
the past feels like the present.
Can't let go
of the feelings
(fear sorrow disgust rage)
that should've died years ago.
The past has become the present.
can't trust (especially not myself),
can't move on.
How can you
the past is still taking place?
Tired, So TiredI’m tiredTired, So Tired2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to know what I’m doing
When I really have no clue
why I’m here,
where I’m going,
what comes next.
of being afraid. Of always
watching for danger,
the worst, of
never feeling safe.
of being so tired. Of
to keep going, when
I just want to sleep.
not fitting in,
not being able to relate.
I’m tired of false hopes,
of shattered dreams,
of never getting it right,
of starting over and over and over,
of never being at peace.
But most of all,
of never knowing,
if anything wil
11 3i've been sitting under11 33 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the same tree for days and now
the leaves are leaving and now
the bark is peeling and
is this what they talk about
when the sparks all flicker
i've been stoned enough
times to be called a martyr and
my mind's been getting hazy
how do they expect me to answer
all these prayers?
i'm not a saint, i've just got
no grasp on sin.
I Love YouWhen Im not talking to you, Im thinking of you.I Love You8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When youre away, Im hurting inside for you.
Hurt for you.
I miss you.
When Im talking to you, Im thinking of us.
When youre with me I come alive.
Alive for you.
I love you.
ImpetusIs anyone there?Impetus2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Can anybody hear me?
Are these messages
Coming through clearly?
Over a year has gone by
Since I felt the ground beneath me.
How much longer must I wait
Till these binding walls release me?
There are so many worlds
Left to be discovered.
My mind is set on new horizons,
But you're holding me back.
If you are listening to this
Than we have reached the other side.
We've chosen the path
That you so readily denied.
It only takes time
Wait it out...Wait
It only takes time
What do you want from me?
I refuse to be the coal
That burns in your machine.
Why do I even try?
When there's so much
Holding me back from the open sky.
Sitting like a stone,
You don't budge at all.
Crying for relief,
I lie in disbelief.
Sitting by the phone
You act like you don't know.
What's it gonna take
Just to make you break?
Christmas TGChristmas TG3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Christmas was here, well it was close. Two weeks away is pretty close isn't it?
Anyway, it was christmas time. I was with my girlfriend on the set of her latest photo shoot. God I was a lucky man, she is beautiful. Stunning blonde hair, incredible, sexy body and a gorgeous face with eyes that I could stare into for the rest of my life. Why was she with a guy like me? I was just a standard guy, nothing special. Brown hair, not very muscular at all, I didn't even have a job. I've been relying on her for money for months.
She was modelling some amazing outfits for the holidays. They showed off her body perfectly.
I was stood around for a good half hour or so when it was time for a break before she got into the next few outfits. We were in her dressing room talking to eachother about whatever. We were sat in there a while when she suddenly tripped over.
"Are you ok, Steph?" I asked, running staright over to her.
"No. I can feel something hurting."
I helped her up but she couldn'
Rusted VeinsRusted veins scrape through their handsRusted Veins5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That had held a frozen other
Weakened through a fragrant smile
And memory cast to smother
For always will that frosted palm
Hold a place with heat
Then to the mind's soft alarm
For the reason it's boss does, beat.