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 Pretty5 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
The Things I Never Told YouI'll start with this, a simple wishThe Things I Never Told You5 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
Dante's Inferno Riddle ChallengeKnown not for name, but nothingness, my goal;Dante's Inferno Riddle Challenge3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A man, not many, made my moniker.
Cold was I called for leaving that call,
My heavenly name never heard again.
The first, earthen name foretold what I left.
Pilgrim, guess my name if you're to persevere.
TES: Sheogorath's Quest ch. 1The Hero of Kvatch sat on hisno, Sheogorath'sthrone. Sheogorath had made him the new Mad God, but it wasn't right. Not only had he left his old life completely behind, but he also knew that he could never truly take Sheogorath's place. He was in a sort of limbo, unable to resume his old life, but unable to be the kind of beloved ruler Sheogorath was.TES: Sheogorath's Quest ch. 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Yes, my lord?"
"Do you miss Sheogorath?"
" Yes," he admitted, "Yes I do. When you serve a man like him for ten thousand years, he grows on you. But at least there will be no more Greymarches. That was what he wanted Wherever he is now, he knows his kingdom is safe. Probably sealed away in the back of Jyggalag's mind somewhere "
His butler's attempts to cheer him up had no effect. The hero stared at hisno, Sheogorath'scane, the Wabbajack, the only thing left to testify that the true Sheogorath had even existed.
Suddenly, the entire palace
The Hunger Games - Another End"My last arrow's in your tourniquet," I say.The Hunger Games - Another End5 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
Sentence Stories 2The only reason he started singing again was because he heard Rose singing in the shower one day.Sentence Stories 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
His favourite movie was The Muppets, and Rose joked that it was only because he fancied himself as Beaker (to which he vehemently protested).
"Hey Doctor, can you stop leaving cat food around the TARDIS? We're not getting a cat."
"The Daleks aren't going to exterminate all your trash, Rose."
He considered it a successful day of fighting aliens if she fell asleep on him during their reading time in the library.
Rose never let him wear bowties unless he was wearing a tux because she claimed it looked terrible with his usual suit and Converse.
From that moment on, the Doctor decided they weren't going to visit any more famous kings.
The crossing of time lines is strictly forbidden except when it means he can look back on a daft man with big ears and his blonde friend.
One day River stopped visiting and Amy had to tell Rory what the Doctor had told her after the Byzantium crashed.
Rain.As I wait for the dayRain.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wait for my lovely Ms. Drain.
A boy softly sings,
Sings songs about the soothing rain.
Love this feeling of rain,
Hate these feelings of pain.
Will you allow me to say?
That we've got these feelings of trust,
Open to our feelings of lust,
A promise of love is a must.
Rained down today,
Can't go out and play;
Such a beautiful day,
Can't wait for the 1st of May.
Rained down today,
Should have went out and played;
Hate to see such a beautiful day,
Fade away this coming Monday.
fallingI keep falling,falling4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when will I find someone to
NotesTired pens scratching empty wordsNotes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slide-show faces lighting an indifferent room
"And that's why."
Who cares what it means?
Who cares why it matters?
Who cares if it's true?
Spew it back in a cascade of
Blind black ink
On the next blank paper sent your way.
Throw everything you know
At the red pen idol,
Who controls your future.
Who rules your past.
"Incorrect. Minus four."
Because it makes sense.
"Incorrect. Minus two."
Because you said so.
"That wasn't so hard, now,
Because agreement is more important than accuracy.
Than individual interpretation.
"And that's why."
DecisionsThough I love the freedom,Decisions4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate the responsibility.
Leave me alone.
First day att the NESTI still can't believe how I got here. Sitting on an military truck on my way to an top secret Military base with an American uniform and an weird mark on my left shoulder that says NEST.First day att the NEST3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
This uniform feels so weird and the clothes I got feels so much softer that the Swedish Military clothes does, I guess it feels better on the skin but I'm just not use to it. Even the smell on the uniform and everything that is Military here smells different and for some reason it bugs me.
Everything went so fast when I got that call from the Swedish army that America needed me for an mission to guard something top secret and I was the only one who could do it. Sounds like an joke but I accepted the mission, So far I have always accepted almost every mission I get. The only reason why I don't accept an Mission is when I'm really, really ill.
They didn't tell me so much about this mission, not even where it is. They just picked me up from the F7 military base in Sweden with that Hercules plane there I h
Fast Ship S.S. AquaLocation Name: Fast Ship S.S. AquaFast Ship S.S. Aqua3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Developed by Humans: Yes
Permanent Human Occupation: Partially
Notable Features: None
Special Moniker: None
The Fast Ship S.S. Aqua is a luxury liner that travels regularly between the ports at Olivine City and Vermilion City and is thus one of several direct methods of transport between the Kanto and Johto regions. There isn't much to say about the ship in regards to Pokémon, but the many trainers scattered across the ship can still provide a decent amount of cash to those looking to score a bit of money and plenty of experience for younger Pokémon that need some training before they can face a truly difficult opponent in battle. The Fast Ship S.S. Aqua might not be as glorious as ships like the S.S. Anne, but at the very least it is an affordable trip that most people can have fun in even if they don't actually battle a whole lot.
Pokémon found here: None
Why Not?"The stars would still shine, and the Earth would still turn, so why not?"Why Not?5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, what about the way your best friend's sister or brother will scream their lungs out, throw up, and cry to their deaths because they can't believe that you're gone.
What about the way your best friend will cry everywhere she goes, because every single step reminds her of what you did.
What about the way that your friends can't even say anything anymore, anywhere they go, because the only thing that they can be reminded of are your bloody wrists and your limp body hanging from the ceiling by a rope.
What about the way your ex boyfriend or girlfriend will run to your house and into your room, burying his face in your clothes, trying to savor the last of your scent because that's the only thing he'll have left of you.
What about the way your long-distance girlfriend or boyfriend will fly to your state and stumble into your house, screaming and crying and throwing up because the last thing you sent the
ContinuityContinuity4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To continue moving even when you fall.
When you can't walk or run you will crawl.
Through the pain and suffering you will endure it all.
Once you regain your strength you will again stand tall.
Now you can walk again and not once did you stall.
From walking you begin to run; showing everyone you're in this for the long haul.
Gauntlets: Chapter 1 - A Dead Man.Gauntlets: Chapter 1 - A Dead Man.3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The pain is excruciating. The sun beams into my eyes as I lay on my back in the muddy field. A light rain shower has started, and the humid air slowly drains out any hydration I may have had in my body. I can taste the dry hot air on my even dryer tongue. The august sky is beautiful though; I see that, even through this pain.
I hear the muffled sounds of people, or at least I think that they are people, laughing, screaming, and yelling! The soccer field that I was on just a few minutes ago has in an instant turned into a whirly unidentifiable mess. The trees that once surrounded me now look like tall, scary creatures. And the sky. This august sky looks like fire. Beautiful fire, but fire nonetheless.
I raise my hand to my face and immediately feel the welt growing on my forehead. I think that I may be bleeding as well.
"You okay boy," I hear someone ask. I force myself to attempt sit up
End.EndEnd.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Back to the room where it's just me.
Back to the dark where it's just me.
Back to the hate where it's just me.
Back by myself, and I can't stand me.
So I sit and I sob in my loathing.
So I sit and I hate in my loathing.
So I sit and I think in my loathing.
So I plot my own death in my loathing.
With pink yarn I weave a long rope.
With pink yearn I braid a long rope.
With pink yearn I tie a long rope.
With pink yearn, a noose, and a long rope.
From the ceiling a fan dangles.
From the ceiling a thread dangles.
From the ceiling a neck dangles.
From the ceiling my corps dangles.
The power of equality.Goodbye nerd, can't we learn, to love all then yearn for individuality in this crap we call equality.The power of equality.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Goodbye sir, can't you earn, like all the jerks do just conform, then get bored and blossom out of your worm.
Goodbye doctor, can't you follow? the footsteps of a junkie without a doctorate degree.
Goodbye me, now I have to pretend, to love them, but can't you see? You're just like me!
Goodbye progress it was nice until now!
Goodbye love and sex, it was fun until now!
Goodbye myself, you were alive but now not!
Suicide.Goodbye, tonight.Suicide.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My last fright, our last fright.
When it comes I'll look away,
Begin to pray, I'm that afraid;
No, it's not a play.
When you see, you'll feel all you've done to me.
How I came to be, how I split in 3.
Just be sure to always remember me.
Now I'm ready,
Can't feel greedy.
Goodbye, here comes the levity;
To see me free,
From all the cheating, thieving, leaving,
All need me, just hear me, can't see me, goodbye lovely.
What If?Love me?What If?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never really could understand why?
You tell me you love me but you left me standing there
I know you may never leave me but you wouldn't as a friend
There is more than what meets the eye when it comes to talking to you
I feel connected to you more than anyone else did
Maybe there was a gap?
Gap that wasn't there before
Drifting away like sea billows roll
Bridges are built but the gap will always be under it
Going the extra mile to give you what you deserved and more
That is my love for you
To give more than what you expected
Nevertheless, there are doubts
These doubts they fill my heart with "What Ifs?"
What if you stop thinking about me?
What if you stop caring for me?
What if you stop loving me?
I don't want think about the many possibilities can be
Don't fall into temptation and believe them
Don't over analysis things that you can't control over
I want to tell you "please stay, I don't want you to leave. I still an 'us' just don't...I...love..you.."
The tears f
DarknessI'm a dark creatureDarkness3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cringe away from the light
I've never strived for it
The darkness is comforting
The darkness surrounds you in a blanket
it hides you from the world
in the dark you can be whatever you wish
in the light your true self shines
My true self would break the light
It would blacken the sun itself
Or perhaps I'd freeze the warmth
My vices succeed my virtues
I am as two-faced as the next
or perhaps I have more
Moulding myself to be
the person that the one I'm with wants to see
The darkness does not hold me captive
I choose to hide in its open arms
State of DepressionThe more I think of him,State of Depression4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The more I like him.
The more I like him,
The worse I feel.
The worse I feel,
The more my sadness and depression grows.
The more depressed I am,
The more I think of him.
Lara vs The Savage PackFirst Appeared: Monday, 13th, September ‘Wooden Pews’ online news aggregatorLara vs The Savage Pack1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Heaviest Change by Lara Craft.
When Barry Finbarr (the editor-in-chief and owner of the Wooden Pews) first asked me to write about my experiences of the so-called Lupin virus I must admit I had to think about it for a long time. Not because I do not want people to know what it is like to have suffered through this outbreak. Nor because I am worried about the attention it will bring.
My concern is due to the secrets that I have had to carry because of it that I have not discussed with anyone. What I will reveal here may never make it to print because of what I have done, and seen done at the hands of others.
To give a little background, my childhood couldn’t be considered difficult. I have loving parents and a sister with which I am very close. As children we would play with our dolls and pony figurines like any girls our age, dreaming of handsome princes