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
7 Lovely SinsThe7 Lovely Sins9 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
+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-like9 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...
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
The Official Ode to the ForumsThe Official Ode to the Forums11 years ago in Ballad More Like This
I can't stand to see another thread,
beating a horse that's already dead.
Do you like "s3ks" and what does art mean?
A poorhorse cult for illiterate teens.
The forum descriptions must be Greek,
or maybe the newbies only read 1337.
The Welcome Center to get a tour.
Thumbshare Forum for commentwhores.
'Deviator' no longer exists
(The Forum's still there 'cause jark insists)
Don't post there- it's useless you know
Read the thread that tells you so.
Elite ForumWhores: they're better than you.
Accept it now you know it's true;
If you see a lot of the Blank Stare guy
stupidity is the reason why.
For those with a brain that can't be found
watch out for curran if he's around.
With legendary wit and sarcastic replies
he cleans up the forums (or at least he tries).
We interupt this poem to distinguish
that "kewl" and "k@wa1i!!1!1" are not English.
If those are in your vocabulary
please buy yourself a dictionary.
Do you think you are a squirrel
instead of a normal boy or girl?
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 80597 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
All Up and Down the CoastAll Up and Down the CoastAll Up and Down the Coast11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The weather ballons have shut down
out of boredom. The sky is the exact opposite
of an exploded circus. I'm feeling let down,
thinking I would miss you more.
Puddles are even leaving town
in search of something more famous to reflect.
I could go for a walk through the streets
you've left behind but I know they will someday
open up, swallow everyone who trusted them.
I think I will stay inside instead
and rummage through empty wine bottles,
hoping to disturb some hungover genie
and ask him if he's ever had any wishes of his own,
maybe a pleasant sunny day to himself
on top of a water tower,
some grapes and cheese to nibble on
while he calculates the chance
that it will never rain again,
then writes it across the sky
in a language no one understands.
The Littlest PresidentThe Littlest President11 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.
Poem Portfolio 1Toy SoldierPoem Portfolio 18 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His eyes clogged with mud,
the toy soldier is no longer fit for service.
He lies on his back, his one leg raised
in appeal, the foot severed at the ankle.
The other leg could never be recovered,
blown off by a land-mine in the no-man's land
of a little boy's garden,
buried by the dog.
His clothes and face are caked with earth and greyed,
providing no distinguishing features,
one of a thousand thousand of his like.
As a child I remember there were many battles:
The war of the sandpit,
The skirmish on the kitchen table,
The final push across the living room carpet.
Countless men were scalded by the teapot,
clacked onto the floor and hoovered up
by the enemy.
On these fields of war were no infirmaries,
but one enormous bucket for the draft,
sticky, chubby fingers enlisting
new recruits, picked them out
and set them to the front.
They battled as fiercely as they could
with bent rifles, feet clogged down in
plastic slabs, good and bad
determined by the colour of their ski
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
Best Before EndWe walk in a world of plastic treesBest Before End10 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.
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 TIME6 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
Death's LullabyDeath's Lullaby11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She paints a perfect picture,
She tells a flawless lie,
She sings a song of beauty,
A haunting lullaby.
Her lullaby will sooth you,
Her song will give you wings,
Her mournful voice will trap you,
Every time she sings.
Her song is one of sorrow,
A portrait of her life,
And those who hear are captured,
Haunted by her strife.
Her song will leave you crying,
She'll wipe away your tears,
But compassion is a falsehood,
Created over years.
Her song will penetrate you,
A knife straight through your heart,
The tune will plague your footsteps,
A seductive work of art.
Her song is one of anguish,
An image of your fate,
But you won't know her purpose,
Until it's far too late.
Her acid tears will burn you,
Her knives will slash your skin,
Her crimson blood will stain you,
Forgive you of your sin.
Her melody will slay you,
Her hymn will let you fly,
Her song is flawless sorrow,
Death's haunting lullaby.
J'AI VU TOMBER UN EMPIRE - I SAW THE FALL...(English version below)J'AI VU TOMBER UN EMPIRE - I SAW THE FALL...4 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
Death By VampireGood evening young man, I have just a word of cautionDeath By Vampire9 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
-silent witness--silent witness-12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i sit by
i am the silent witness.
i see that
they are going
i try to warn them.
but every word
i speak is silence.
why can\'t you hear me?
i am the silent witness.
what good is knowing
someone is going to hurt
when i can\'t even
i am just to live
in my solitude
watching people hurt.
i hate being the silent witness.
i don\'t like this.
i am supposed to
learn from their pain.
but i don\'t want that.
i want for me to learn
from my own pain.
but i don\'t.
i am the silent witness.
Untitled- RedSilent tears cascadingUntitled- Red9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From blue waterfalls
Surrounded in red.
Red in her eyes
Red in her hair
And red on her skin
As she watches herself bleed.
She's learned not to be so mad
And all the things he'll never be for her.
But she can't quite get over
The hurt and the burn that follow each
And the anger she bottles inside.
And they fester
And suffocate her soul.
She's never really trusted anyone,
Never told them it all.
And so when she cries,
They can't understand why
She doesn't just move on.
And they don't understand
When he's hurt her again,
That everything is held together
So the silence between them
And suffocates her soul.
In the silence, tears cascading
From blue waterfalls
Surrounded in red.
Red in her eyes
Red in her hair
And red on her skin
As she watches herself bleed.