Twilight Obsession -2-You know youre obsessed with Twilight whenTwilight Obsession -2-7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
· When someone says This is made of Velvet you touch it while thinking (or saying) So this is what Edwards voice feels like.
· You listen for Twilight related words so much that if someone mentions something that is LIKE something in the book, your mind immediately goes to Twilight. An example of this would be if someone says Spoons and you think of Forks or if someone says Edwin you immediately think of Edward.
· Someone mentions a word like pickles and adds that its just about the only thing that doesnt remind them of Twilight. You then associate pickles with Twilight.
· You are envious of Alice and Edward because they both knew what happened in Breaking Dawn before you did.
· When you WANT to hear voices in your head. After all, when Bella went insane, she heard Edward.
· You decide blaming everythi
+Velvet Noose+ Prologue+Velvet Noose+ Prologue11 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Fill me, fill me with dread that is pure. Don't fear… drunk with dread surely, I'll find myself a cure.
'Twas liquid sleet, I swear, that slammed against the outer side of my umbrella as I braved the weather, longing for a not so distance place where I knew I had hot coffee and a warm cushion at my disposal.
What a challenge it was to stay on my feet whilst the wind blew the water this way and that. The barrage could well have drowned me standing. I could not see an arm's length ahead, and would have been lost had I not known the way by heart.
I was squinting, trying to make out the footway ended so that I could step down and cross the deserted road. I caught the glimmer, first, of what seemed like pearls suspended in the turbulent air.
My curiosity justified by the direction of which I was headed, I drew nearer, and saw the rest of the young body that let her little self be plied by the cruel darts. The pearls were stranded into her dark hair. The rest of her wa
Bulgaria IsmetBulgaria Ismet12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bulgária Ismét (Bulgaria Again)
The raze and wreck of Turkish troops
rent what was our land.
Yet only flesh and bone
was taken from the Bulkan hand.
I was fallen on the stone
with mightier men than me;
all my brothers in my arms asleep.
They and I-
we would never wake again
not to see our brown eyed girls
or to sing our Runic tales.
Réalité (aprčs le Öldöklés):
I saw there many times now
the widows of windy souls
that clap on the shudders
and drift in the fountain pools.
The wolf is lapping
where Bulkan girls washed their hands
and spoke a jezyk far from ears.
It is silent in our ruins
from Turkic swords upon our necks.
But the bleating varjú weeps
onto a silken carcass.
She was Irene.
Pré-mort (mémoires d'elle):
She could wake blossoms
and milken perfumes that licked
her swan-neck and heavy lips.
They kissed with exactness
the perfection of her poise
that turned to quiet gazes
into the hills above
Life-likeIt comforts me,Life-like10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The thoughts of three different versions of you;
Past, present and future too.
The different forms of a love,
A love too formless to be,
Anything but love -
As love is everything -
And nothing all at once.
Is this really life?
It soothes me,
The past of us together,
And, further back, your tortured years,
And my loss of an adult and gain of a drug,
And how these things link today,
Making the present you somebody else,
Someone other than a parallel you.
It cools me,
To think of love as mere emotions,
Ruling the Gods and ruling life,
And deciding upon the making of husband and wife.
I wonder of the change in mind,
The twists and turns, anfractuous inside,
A year's worth of travel,
But we're in the same place;
Your favourite mode of travel
As a new expression to my face.
It concerns me,
The silence you often bring,
Followed by your singing,
And the occasional meaningful touch
As touching in ours,
And more touching to us than all that time ago.
The passing of ages...
7 Lovely SinsThe7 Lovely Sins10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Book of
1 This is how you will know to mark the young among men,
for this is the prayer they pray, again and again.
2 It is these who should be marked and minted into lives worth being spent.
3 These are the words they speak in vain,
"Our father who art in us, tradition be thy name.
Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, in me as it is in him.
Give us this day our lovely sins1—those of youth and innocence.
And forgive us our deviance, as we forgive those who differ from us.
And lead us not into similarity, but deliver us from the collective.
For thine is the prison, and the scorn, aimed at abnormal men."2
1:3 1 7 Lovely Sins, Quintessence 1, New Testament
1:3 2 Hope's Prayer, Quintessence 43, New Testament
The Book of
1 Behold, these are the sins
for which you shall be told to repent
A Philosophy of Hell...."The following is an actual question given on a University of Washington chemistry mid-term. The answer by one student was so "profound" that the professor shared it with colleagues, via the Internet, which is, of course, why we now have the pleasure of enjoying it as well.A Philosophy of Hell....11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Bonus Question: Is Hell exothermic (gives off heat) or endothermic (absorbs heat)? Most of the students wrote proofs of their beliefs using Boyle's Law (gas cools when it expands and heats when it is compressed) or some variant. One student, however, wrote the following:
First, we need to know how the mass of Hell is changing in time. So we need to know the rate at which souls are moving into Hell and the rate at which they are leaving. I think that we can safely assume that once a soul gets to Hell, it will not leave. Therefore, no souls are leaving. As for how many souls are entering Hell, let's look at the different religions that exist in the world today. Most of these religions state that if you are not a me
Best Before EndWe walk in a world of plastic treesBest Before End11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Which can never be green
We walk amongst thistles
With safety edges
And in the volcano
We always see
The fire exit
Beware the midnight predators
Which have had their teeth removed
And sit in boxes by the bakery
Where poison smells like danger
And there is a sign to tell us
The sun is hot
This is the derived environment
The overdeveloped weird mass
It is the perfect world
For the proud and the dangerous
On the day that the signs fall
And the plastic façade decays
Here's to the small boys
Who reach out
And burn their fingers on the sun.
Become Legend, Ch. 1 Chapter 1Become Legend, Ch. 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
....It was time for him to open those eyes of his, but he wasn't about to. No way. Too bright.
He sat up and stretched, groaning a bit with some of the tiny aches from his last day of work.
He swung his legs over the side of his bed and scritch-scratched at his head of brown hair with golden mixed hairs, the golden hair catching the sun and dimming the room in a slightest fraction of light, dulling the edges of his shadow and brightening the white walls around him.
He rubbed his eyes, this making them want to open. Blur....
Focusing, he worked his dry mouth, and ran his hands through his mess of hair. He went to a broken piece of sheet metal, it's
Filthy Habits 8059I was having a bit of a problem. My mouth was cotton dry. My hands shook. My stomach hurt like a Bianchi moment. Also, my head was starting to ache. The sun was too bright, the air smelled funny, I was starving, and everything was annoying.Filthy Habits 80598 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I needed a cigarette.
And that damn bastard had taken my stash. All I had now was a lighter, and he was sticking to me like a leech, making sure I didnt just buy more. He was walking beside me on the school ground as we scoped out the surroundings for the fiftieth time. I wanted to be thorough that nothing could hurt the tenth.
But I couldnt concentrate. Finally, I snapped.
Yamamoto! Give me back my cigarettes!
He gave me a sideways look, hands in his pockets. I dont have your cigarettes, Gokudera.
My head pounded. What do you mean? I know you took them!
Never said I didnt take them. Yamamoto said cheerfully. I just dont have them now.
Where the he
Become Legend Ch 7 Chapter 7Become Legend Ch 77 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sighing, he stood silently and stepped down the sandstone aisle way with the rugged red carpet.
A woman with red hair up in a ponytail and long golden earrings, wearing a bikini top in the same design as Ganondorf's cape and a front-back-flap type dress walked beside him, her dark mocha skin bright in comparison to his.
"You have sensed it, Milord?"
"Yes." He answered darkly, "The same boy holds it."
"But Lord Ganondorf!" She exclaimed, 'No human can hold more than one Triforce Piece in his or her hand without putting them all in play. You beat that into my head!"
Ganondorf turned abruptly, stopping and glaring at her, the torches mounted on the walls making shadows dance in the wr
Death By VampireGood evening young man, I have just a word of cautionDeath By Vampire10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do not romanticise my kind, I do not use seduction
Let go of your misconceptions, and your silly dreams
Because I will not indulge your dark, gothic fantasies
We will not be lovers, immortality will not be yours
I do not have alluring fangs, I have savage jaws
When I take a human life, I do not feel regret
I am neither beauty nor desire, I am the living dead
I will slice your jugular; and lap you clean with my tongue
Maybe I'll drain you completely, and bathe in your blood
Or I can suspend you in a cage, and prod you full of holes
I will have a shower; I will have red stains all over my clothes
I am a nocturnal hunter; I will attack you in the night
And rip your throat to pieces; leave you dying in first light
If I want to be ironic, I could drive a stake through your heart
There are so many ways to kill when a vampire is out for blood
The Littlest PresidentThe Littlest President12 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
The Littlest President
At the age of eleven I was elected the 50th president of the United States of America. My analysts put my win down to youth (I was the youngest ever to run) and to the unfortunate late-October acne breakout of my incumbent rival, an eighth grader from Massachusetts. I have a stronger faith in the New Rules than do my analysts, who are always looking at polls and running them through sacred formula. I ascribe my presidency to the good sense of America, my hard work at Security School, and the stunning leadership of my handlers.
Once my presidency was officially announced, my face was given another coat of foundation and I was ushered up to a podium in front of a large crowd of my supporters. There was a crashing sea of applause. Most of my supporters were dumpy women in their thirties – just barely old enough to remember a time before we had the New Rules – these were my core demographic, although my handlers dutifully i
Shake the HeavensShake the Heavens11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the thunder is stilled
And the silence deafens
That is when the realization begins
Gone in a moment
And we'll never really know
What was left to do…
What was left unsaid…
What tomorrow could have held…
Quelled in an instant.
When the anger rises
And the tears fall like rain
That is the heart's darkest moment
Pain ripping to the core
And all that is left for the rest
Are the memories…
And the laughter…
And the love so inspired…
All this remains.
So when I hear the rolling thunder
And the lightening breaks
That is when I will think of you
Still in our hearts
Playing in our dreams
With all the passion
With all the fire
That dwelled within your soul
Shake the heavens.
A Modern FaerytaleA Modern Faerytale10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A Modern Faerytale
Loose-jointed fingers braced the cigarette against her lips as she inhaled, and smoke curled a lazy smile through her hair. She came here every Monday night, sat in the same stool, took the same poison – four fingers, on ice, the colour of dirty sunshine.
All night she would sit there, drinking and sucking on a chain of cigarettes through lips tinged yellow with the burn of nicotine, staring down the squat neck of her glass from 5o'clock to closing time, 10 hours straight. She'd get up only to answer nature's call – although I was never sure how natural it was to use your bladder like a lung, filling and emptying with every breath. To an alcoholic, it's just one of those things, I guess. Like the whole liver deal.
I had only started at the bar a month or two ago. It wasn't much of a place, but I wasn't much of an employee, and I was glad of a way to pay the rent. I had asked about this woman, in her rotting satin dress, but my questions went unanswered - she h
delititnudelititnu9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Sometimes, but not every time,
I wish I wished to wish for wishes.
Not the wishes most often wished,
not the one's most often given,
nor the one's that have a chance,
or those that never romanced.
Most often, but not very these days,
I hope for hopeless unreal hopes.
Not the one's most often hoped,
not the one's, once believed in
nor the one's that ever stood chance,
or even those of promised lands.
Oddly enough, but hardly at all,
I romanticize the unhoped - unwished.
Not those that last through sleepless nights,
not the one's undreaming dreams,
nor the one's, dreamless disproved ideals,
or those most often construed surreal.
Every sleep I dream to keep.
Become Legend Ch. 4 Chapter 4Become Legend Ch. 47 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Leon finally woke, making a face against the exhaustion he still had and struggled to sit up, seeing Zelda and Rosalin watch him, "... ....Hi?"
Rosalin smiled a little, "You haven't been out long. You better rest later, or else."
He made another scrunched up face, "Okay, fine. But you two look a bit grim. what happened?"
Zelda watched him. His blue eyes intrigued her a bit. They were energetic, could be fierce, but also cheerful. Eyes with potential. Eyes of a beast, in a sense, "I wish for you to journey with me to Hyrule Castle, to seek and obtain a tool that will give us an edge against Ganondorf."
ONCE UPON A TIMEA long time ago and very far away, there was a kingdom. It was all kingdoms in those days, you couldnt throw a stone without hitting one. This kingdom was happy and peaceful, if you ignored the pain-wracked screams of starving peasants dying of plague. And the king was wise and kind, except for not creating a research fund for plague vaccine.ONCE UPON A TIME7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
His daughter, the princess, was very, very beautiful, but not all that bright.
There was a servant boy, who worked in the stables, and he wanted to be a knight. But he had very poor hand-eye coordination, so any time he tried to wield a sword he stabbed himself. But he persevered, despite mockery from his peers and multiple chest wounds.
He was also very much in love with the princess, but she pent her days sewing in the highest tower, so she never saw him.
One day, and evil wizard came to the kingdom. You could tell he was evil because he wore black. He stole the princess away and took her back to his big stone tower. It was painted black.
murdermurder11 years ago in Typographical More Like This
Pain is all they will even know, torture a daily ritual
Brought into a world full of hate, (to live) a life of misery
Caged and jabbed with needles, disfigured and experimented on, brutally stunned, skinned, and hung
And in there pain they will never know love
A life so short, or even long, not a day worth living
They could be your best friend if only given a glimmer of hope
But no they have no choice
Your lunch, your shoes, fur coat, and even beauty products all have a soul...well before they met you
They died for you and your amenities but few care enough to even acknowledge it
How can you go home to your pet when everyday thousands are tortured for you
But of course its not your fault
For society sets the rules
We raise our children to murder from the first day they can chew
Only a lucky few are raised with some compassion
And one day those few will fight to change this fashion
J'AI VU TOMBER UN EMPIRE - I SAW THE FALL...(English version below)J'AI VU TOMBER UN EMPIRE - I SAW THE FALL...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
J'ai vu tomber un Empire.
Cité désagrégée par les vents de la guerre
Murs d'airain éventrés
Coeurs froissés à la peine un espoir comme cendres
Par-delà les tertres froids
Dialogue d'un être et d'un néant
Soi contre moi
Te bercer dans les bribes balbutiées
Fils d'argent d'un discours sur l'or de ton coeur lourd
La feinte du fantôme
Comment voguer ton orage profond
Troue les abysses épais d'éclairs vifs courroucés
Tes yeux sur les frontières sacrées de l'Ouest
Farouche Impératrice au
the officious uterus"get intimate with my uterus," she saysthe officious uterus10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and i'm slowly backing away towards the door,
"because it's really about You and Us;
it's true, there are no ifs, ands, or buts about it."
i can't believe she's actually saying this,
summoning post-feminist bumper-sticker wit,
trying to draw me in with cheap vaginal advertising.
she'd already knit a pink yarn uterus and airmailed it,
enclosed a hand-written card in the package -
"My heart pines for you,
my no-no place bleeds for you."
once a month, every month, usually around a full moon,
she tries to pull this silliness like a tampon string
and i'm repeatedly convinced she's crazy.
so i called her the next evening and said
"sorry, darling, but i'm not ready for this
sort of commitment, not to you or your Uterus,
so i g
Twilight ObessionYou know youre obsessed with Twilight whenTwilight Obession7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
· Every time someone mentions the name of a character in the book you squeal (this includes all side characters as well, not just Edward).
· You find yourself angry or not speaking to a friend who dislikes your favorite character.
· You know the exact days, hours, and possibly even minutes until Breaking Dawn comes out (or the movie, both work).
· You find it impossible not to mention it to every person in every conversation you have.
· You are insulted if someone says they dont like the books and take great personal offense.
· You find yourself debating what might happen in the next book constantly Even while you dream.
· Whenever you see a car style or color mentioned in Twilight you feel the need to point it out.
· If you see a picture of a wolf your first thought is Jacob or werewolves.
· Whenever you read or hear the phrases Twilight, New Mo
Prove Me WrongProve Me Wrong12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Advanced Bodies Absorbing Advanced Minds..
Still in a crippled state of mind.
Why has the majority chosen to do so little with their gift?
Blindly, yet faithfully following a system of duplication...
trimming power, leaving evolution up to another kind.
Even the genius with the perfect inventions...
sit and wait for the so called "right time"..
to release creations from their mind.
I fear their reasoning may be intimidation.
Knowing that if releasing creation right now,
they would be forced.
Forced to come up with something bigger..
Maybe it's the hesitation of their capabilities.
So as accustomed...
they simultaneously sit and wait...
While people below travel, work, pray, and patiently anticipate,
never even acknowledging their own existence...
Always shading themselves from their own reason of being.
And so words are said:
Be polite, and celebrate your date of birth..
because it's the "right thing to do".