Auspicious DayOn this, the most auspicious day,Auspicious Day1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Below the clouds and the sun rays,
A partnership will come to light,
As strong as the sun's rays are bright.
Through the giving and receiving of sacred words,
The vows of a lifetime shall be heard.
A promise of love and devotion the same,
As real as the transition of the traded name.
Each person gives unto the other,
A promise to be a most dedicated lover.
Thus, with the promise of commitment,
As the God and Goddess have surely listened,
Beneath the feminine moon and masculine sun,
A joyful relationship has now begun.
This Nightmare ch. 10"Why am I always in the backseat?" I asked sitting up from my nap fixing the fur on my head even though it was going to be covered by my hood. I pulled the hood over my ears poking them through the ear holes I had cut out when I bought it from the human store. I remembered when I used to live like that. A common man, scratch that, a common Shanghai. I sat up in the backseat of the impressive GMC SUV, tinted windows with iron bars on the windows to keep any would-be man-eater from reaching in for a quick snack like a bust open vending machine.This Nightmare ch. 101 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Why do you always get in the backseat?" Krystal asked sarcastically. "Good point." I said laying back down, my stomach starting to growl. "Let's stop at the next gas station! I'm hungry." I commanded to my best friend slash chauffer Fall, who just grunted and took a sharp right turn off the highway. I sat back up and started to look around, spotting a blue police phone booth. 'Hmm, I wonder what that's doing here.' I thought to myself not particu
Home ComingIt happens half a year after the blight when Lia was warden commander of the grey. She just finished the investigation at Kal'Hirol after dealing with the problems in the Wending Woods. Lia was so exhausted after the fight against the fire-golem and the Lost that she was happy to be back at Vigils Keep. The revolt of the farmers was cut down in a second. Lia was always good to convince people to stay out of fighting. She had enough for the day, it wasn't going to get any better. She would make the joining events a little later for Sigrun, the dwarfen girl she met in Kal'Hirol. she was an excellent rogue and someone from the Legion of the Dead.Home Coming1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Lia didn't get any pause when she heard who arrived at Vigil's Keep to give her some credit. She hasn't thought about him the last couple of days. Of course she was alone and sometimes unhappy but she also knew that a relationship with someone like him would be hard. So she was relieved and happy to see him at Vigil's Keep at least one
Monster duckMonster duckMonster duck3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It was bad luck
That the monster duck
Decided to attack
It was a setback
Melting like ice
In a lake
Hot as a pizza slice
It thought it was a piece of cake
But in the end it was a mistake
The duck was melting more and more
It was sad
Because it couldn't get to the shore
Then it got mad
Because it saw a man with a cat
The man couldn't help the duck
So it just shouted "FUCK"
Now it was almost gone
And almost in the break of dawn
Ashton and Lexie? - N.R Academy..."Hey, Nicole..." Lexie crossed her arms and turned to look at the gardens as they walked towards the girls dorm after school. They had both stayed together for an extra fifteen minutes for help with their history homework.Ashton and Lexie? - N.R Academy...1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nicole grunted. "You want to be with that Ashton Ebony instead of me, don't you?"
"Ah..." Lexie turned to look at Nicole. "N-no...it's not tha--"
Nicole sighed. "I was dreading this day... I knew you'd leave me..."
"N-no, Nicole. I-it's not that." She said and they both stopped. "I don't want to leave you. B-but Ashton asked...if I'd like to-- but he was understanding of our friendship, and it's fine if I don't go."
Nicole shook her head. "Go ahead, Lexie. Just don't... forget me and become a jerk..." She said and lowered her head.
Lexie frowned and shook her head. "I won't go then." She whispered.
"Go." Nicole said. "Go now. I'll lock you out of the room until eleven." Nicole smirked and waved as she walked off. "And you know I'm not lying. Ashton and his friends ar
Wieder DaDie Erinnerung in mir kam wieder, das Gefühl kam wieder. Damals, als su mich gehen liesest, mit dem entschluss, das die neue Sache nicht lange halten würde hätte ich nie geglaubt, wie sehr ich dich doch vermissen werde. Es war aber so. Auch wenn sich an meinem Leben nicht viel geändert hat, habe ich gemerkt, das das Leben ohne dich kein richtges Leben ist. Es fehlt irgendwie etwas. Man glaubt glücklich zu sein, doch was man das etwas fehlt - etwas sehr wichtiges ohne das es nicht weiter gehen kann. Ein Leben braucht etwas Liebe. Ohne die Liebe funktioniert es nicht. Genauso wie ein Flguzeug Luft braucht um Frei sein zu können. Das Leben braucht die Liebe um frei zu sein. So bin ich wieder bei dir, und weis was all die Wochen gefehlt hat. Ich weis jetzt, warum ich Nachts immer wieder aufgewacht bin - ohne dich kann ich nicht schlafen.Wieder Da1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ich weis warum mir das Atmen schwer viel - ohne dich bin ich wie in einem Gefägnis. Würde ich dich
The Hunger Games - Another End"My last arrow's in your tourniquet," I say.The Hunger Games - Another End4 years ago in Horror More Like This
"Make it count," says Peeta, unzipping his jacket, letting me loose.
So I free the arrow and tie the tourniquet back as tightly as I can manage. I rub my frozen hands together, trying to regain circulation. As I make it over to the edge of the horn and hang over its lip, I can feel Peeta's hands grasp my ankles for support.
At first I don't see him in the dim light and oceans of blood, but then Cato comes into view. The raw hunk of meat that used to be my opponent slithers underneath me, hardly recognisable. His body is so mauled and ripped; it is astounding he is still alive. A weak sound emits from the torn flesh, and I know where his mouth is. Please, it says.
Begging for my mercy. Pleading me to have pity. A wave of sorrow washes over me. Sorrow for my family, Peeta's family and Rue's. For everybody's. Sorrow for Prim, who has had to sit through this, witnessing my every move. A squeeze from Peeta's hands around
Music BoxI gotta say when this whole apocalypse thing started I was ready ta go. Don't get me wrong, I knew what I was shootin'. But I had'a make a choice. It was me 'r them. On top'a that ya had ta have the right attitude ta make it. I was lucky I found three others who were immune like me an' all, but they was always so sad. It hurt even more then jus' the idea that I was shootin' my own friends an' family that they was sad an'...sufferin'. They were my new family after all. That's why I always smiled y'know? I wanted ta make em happy, at least a lil', so they'd have the will ta keep walkin'. Ta keep shootin'.Music Box3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I love em all too. Coach, he was my gym teacher back in high school. An' after Pa died when I was bite-sized he helped Ma a lot, so I grew up with 'im in my life even more. Rochelle, I didn' know her before all this, but Ma always taught me to treat a lady nice, so I made sure I was on my best behavior 'round her. I made sure she was a'right through all this cause she seemed li
Things To Do When You're Bored1. Write about penguinsThings To Do When You're Bored3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
2. Sing about penguins
3. Draw a penguin
4. Now try not to think about penguins
5. Think of The Game
6. You lost
7. Play a board game
8. By yourself
9. Stand outside a convenience store and make an airlock door sound from Star Trek every time the door opens
10. Try this at home
12. Draw a picture with mountains, an ocean, snow, a rainbow, and a unicorn
13. Make random references when people talk
14. Try to make yourself laugh
15. Try not to laugh
16. Try speaking a foreign language that you don't actually know how to speak
17. Find different faces you can make with the computer symbols : )
18. Cyclops! OD
19. Write about a dream where you could fly
20. Attempt to fly
21. Read a book where the characters could fly
22. Write a book where the characters could fly, but the characters aren't totally pure awesome like Superman
23. Buy two composition notebooks, because you don't want to buy a real book
24. Try reading the notebooks
25. Write a letter to
AddictionAddiction4 years ago in Other More Like This
I cant stop shooting you up.
I jam the needle of promise in quickly forcing your liquid words home.
I hold my breath for an instant letting your sticky verbs wash over me.
Its been too long since my last fix and I savor as much as I can before your power takes over.
Finally, your seeking terms dirty me up properly; my head teeters and my eyes roll back.
I can feel you.
Reality fades as you take control of my thoughts and my poetry.
Passion burns my flesh while ice gnaws at my gut.
My blood boils as my bones dance outside my body.
I taste sweat and pain.
I see blood and guts oozing as I offer a half hearted lust filled smile.
I think Im trembling but uncertain its from fear or enticement.
Perhaps an unhealthy mixture of each.
Not sure if I really care anyway.
A shaking pen writes of salty sugar and sweet horror.
Addicted to you, I can do anything.
With you inside, I can decorate the world.
:I Miss You:I Miss You.:I Miss You:2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I Miss You -
Three simple words
On one little page
But so is the feeling that can't be tamed.
I Miss You -
One small breath
Can utter this phrase
But it will never be said in hate.
I Miss You -
There are only three,
Three syllables that haunt.
Pathetic? Of course.
But if I didn't say them I'd rot.
I Miss You -
The one thing to say,
And that is all.
Is that I Miss You,
But I'll let you fly for me to fall.
From Beyond the Grave III don't blame youFrom Beyond the Grave II6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Not in the slightest
When only 6% of my body still is human
Feeling anything is a miracle
I'm sorry to say that I fell to the Phazon
Just as Rundas did
I think I knew before he did
But I never thought that I would
I recall landing on Elysia and feeling odd
When I was taken
It was like watching my life from outside me
I'm sorry for destroying those people
You were close with those Chozo, weren't you?
I could see it when you set foot onto the landing area
I don't quite know why I changed so badly
Perhaps it was hidden in me all along
But this Phazon pulled it out
I could feel her moving through me
Your dark side
She is a violent creature with no respect for life
You are so different
Please, do not feel bad for my death
You did what was needed
Those shots you fired would not have done anything
I thank you for taking care of me
Because I was too cowardly to do the deed myself
When I felt the corruption stir in me
Now I know the fate of Rundas
And I pray that you save Gand
The Love.The Love.1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It wasn't so much of a house or home, more like a shack; a shelter... A wooden building in this huge tree in the middle of nowhere, but it had all we needed. A tin roof and four walls, two of which held the window and door... Well I call them that but really it was just a wooden wall with a hole for the window and door should be.
But it was set in the most beautiful surroundings, miles from modern day; perfect for us to get better aquainted. Inside the room was sparse, a huge king size bed dominated the room. There was a oak desk with a chair, leather and oh so comfortable. A small room walled off for bathing and other business! There was a kitchen table and chairs, two of them; perfect for our quiet nights in! And a small kitchenette area, small area for preparing the food and a small stove to cook upon... Of course you are the cook, I am more the looking after you type.
We sit for hours, talking about life and all that has brought us to this moment. Often we can be found laying toget
Carry me to FreedomCarry me to FreedomCarry me to Freedom10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
There was a bird and a bee
Sitting way high up in the tree
And the bird wanted to know what
The bee had a stinger for
“One day I will give my life for you.”
Said the bee
And, uncomfortable, the bird didn’t ask anything more.
So the bird and the bee
Grew up and went to high school
And passed notes in class
And held hands under the table in study hall
And the bee wanted to know what
The bird had wings for
“One day I will carry you to freedom.”
Said the bird
And, uncomfortable, the bee didn’t ask anything more.
So the bird and the bee
Graduated and went to different colleges
And exchanged emails on weekends
And cards on birthdays
And the bird had a boyfriend named James
And the bee wanted to know
If James had a job
“He is a good man,”
Said the bird
And, disappointed, the bee stopped returning her calls.
So the bird and James
Got married and moved to the city
And they had a few kids
And James worked long hou
Chuck Shurley aka CarverEdlundChuck Shurley aka CarverEdlund3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Chuck is awesome, Chuck is cool,
he makes everybody drool.
Even Becky, even Bobby,
even the classy band Bon Jovi
Is Chuck God, or is he cool-er,
I dunno, I need a cooler.
Chuck's a hottie, Chuck's a babe,
even more than Sylar (Gabe).
He writes fanfics, even books
but they're not as cute as he looks,
he has a beard, he has a 'stashe,
he can make the angels clash.
I demand that he shows up,
'cause everyone loves Chuck!
He can even carry the name of Norris,
and still look like an aquatic goddes***
Chuck is awesome, Chuck is cool,
he makes everybody drool.
Even Becky, even Bobby,
even the classy band Bon Jovi!
Every now and every then,
he has a pretty awesome tan!
Sammy won't admit it, but he loves Chuck's hair
he even made one wig on that silly funny fair!
Yeah, this Chuck-adoration-thingy is © by me.
No, I do NOT own Chuck (or any of the characters mentioned anywhere above) --- yes, but sadly I don't.
Come on. We all love Chuck Shurley/ Carver Edlund. Admit it. He reall
angel of despairHe sat there. Unmoving. Unknowing. He sat there only breathing and twitching. The symptoms from giving up his medication were taking control of his slender body. This man- this creature of destruction, only wanted to be anywhere but in the empty classroom with his back against the wall. He slumped to the floor with a sigh and proceeded to stare into the nothingness that drowned his visions. His body involuntarily convulsed to the rhythmic disease flowing through his veins. As I sat down about a foot from him, I could do nothing but stare as his eyes glazed over the protective mask he bore every day. His facial expressions never gave him away. But it was his clenched fist at his side that fascinated me. I was intoxicated. Inebriated from his very presence. I dared to move closer to this horribly beautiful statue. He sat; never stirring. My heartbeat danced upon my chest as my shoulder brushed his arm. The striking stone figure only glared into the remoteness of the black voidangel of despair3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the Dark, I Am PrettyCould it be that because you cannot see my face that you find me beautiful?In the Dark, I Am Pretty3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can only imagine how it is to live life in darkness
To not be able to observe the world as anything more than shadows
[What is it like to be blind?]
I should tell you now that I am many things, but not perfectnot beautiful
[So, why do you persist in calling me so?]
I think it is because you are perceptive in ways I can never be
Unlike me, you are beautiful in the light and the dark
You see what most are blinded to
The inner loveliness that others somehow overlook
You say the best way for me to see a person is to close my eyes
[Will shutting my eyes really change my perspective?]
I wonder, why can't all of us be like you?
Why is it that we identify a person only by how they appear?
The outside is what one sees, but it is the inside that truly means something
In a literal sense, beauty eventually fades
At least, outward beauty
But you told me the beauty that you have come to noticethe beauty that yo
mad worldyou know what hurts?mad world3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
filling your head with ideas and fantasies of a perfect love and dreams come true...
and finding out that just because you wish on stars, doesn't mean those burning orbs of gas even hear you.
what hurts is knowing that your world is falling apart.
that it is crumbling away, piece by piece...
and no matter how hard you try, you can't put it pack together, because the "fix instantly" glue won't stick.
what kills me is this need to be someone, to change something...
but never knowing exactly where to start.
i know where to begin.
i need to change myself before i can truly accomplish anything else.
the problem is, i'm so used to being me
that i'm unsure of how to be someone else.
or maybe i got that all wrong.
perhaps i'm so used to being someone else,
that i don't know how to be "me" anymore
it's almost a habit to pretend that the girl i see in the mirror every day is me.
she has my eyes, and my hair
and sometimes, she even wears my smile.
but there's something
The Sound of SilenceOn long drives, I like the sound of tires moving over pavementThe Sound of Silence3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's like a soft humming, barely distinguishable if you've got the radio blasting,
or if the people around you are talking up a storm
I especially love the low whistle while passing over a bridge,
it breaks the monotonous humming for a few seconds
In silence, I can hear things so much better
Like now as I am sitting here at my desk:
I hear my computer,
it hums too, but in a different way than wheels over roads
It's a constant humming, unwavering
I hear my hand,
brushing across the paper as I write
It's a somewhat jerky sound, random and fluctuate in volume
depending on my speed (or lack thereof) as I form these words
I hear birds,
greeting one another just outside my open window
Their chirps and calls repetitive
(I wonder what they are trying to tell me over and over)
I hear my clock,
the continuous "click" as the minutes pass by,
giving the silence it's very own heartbeat
Right now I'm screaming inside, but no one can hear
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My long-awaited dream to fly
When you told me forever, I almost believed you
And I nearly let my hidden wings unfold
But then I thought maybe you didn't mean forever, not really
Maybe you were just exaggerating
So I tucked them away, hiding them deep within myself again
Flying would prove to be very lonesome, if I had no one to join me
The second was my inner desire to become lost,
To somehow lose myself in search of uncovering who I wanted to be
But to merely pretend, and fall into the masquerade of life was too effortless
Instead I sought to be free, to find what made me different and never change
That's where we clashed unpleasantly
You always knew where you were going; you always had a plan
I only drifted aimlessly, hoping that with a hint of serendipity sooner or later
I would unearth what I was looking for
Losing myself would be rather impossible, if I had nobody to find me again
The final was the most significant, but also the most strange
The Art of Becoming a WriterThe accounts of losing yourself were as follows:The Art of Becoming a Writer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. The voices of the people around you started to sound like a cassette tape in fast forward. You couldn't understand why they were talking that way.
ii. When you saw your reflection in the looking glass, you began to see someone else.
You couldn't recognize the face in the mirror. you reached out to touch who you thought you were, and your hand slipped through the surface like a hand submerging into water. And that was the last you saw of your face (or at least, what you thought was your face)
iii. So now, you became a faceless creature. You saw without eyes, hearing only static and white noise. You walked on abandoned sidewalks, tripping over broken glass and getting tangled up in withered weeds. It is there where you completely lost yourself. And no one saw you slip through the cracks into the crevices of shattered dreams and empty promises. No one saw you fall through p
The Tragedy of Kyo Ricci: Main story lineThe Tragedy of Kyo Ricci: Main story line1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Tragedy of Kyo Ricci: Main story line
Kyo's legs sunk down into the cloud soft cushions of his huge tan-colored corduroy couch as he struggled to reach the window facing the front of the new neighbor's monstrous baby blue mansion. He had overheard his father talking about the strange children who were going to be living next door. He was utterly frightened by the fact that he was going to be living next to a child who was harboring a demon inside of its body, but he also had a wild thrill surging through his veins. He looked forward to bragging to his fellow school mates about how brave he was to be nose to nose with a fearsome beast more frightening than the biggest evil fey creature he could think of. He had even heard rumors of the Demon being able to conjure fire from thin air out of its bare hands. A chill went down Kyo's spine as he lifted his tiny 6 year old body over the back of the tan fabric mountain of a sofa to see an even tinier