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.
A New Spin on Sin - RevisedA New Spin on Sin - Revised9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An insatiable appetite
For wanton moans to fill the night
(the time when you are mine) -
My loss of self-control overwhelms me
(and is tinted with blood and loathing).
And I know
(though I'm blinded),
This is not love
(however confused, at least not for you) -
Lust can be deadly...
A terrible thirst parches my throat
(but it is a small penance)
And I overindulge in your sweet nectar
(even if it may cause addiction) -
My unwitting heart feeds on your attention
(and the pain you force onto me).
And I know
(though I crave the excess),
This is not love
(however many times I binge and purge myself of you) -
Gluttony can be deadly...
You search in the shadows
(through filth and crumbs)
For a lucky, pathetic soul
(that you may feast upon) -
My willing one waits in the foreground
(with longing eyes).
And I know
(though jealousy courses through my veins),
This is not love
(however much I help to ease the disappointment and loss) -
Envy can be deadly...
NO PLACE FOR HATE...We label this school safe, fun, and fair. But if Kentwood is a safe place, why do we have to watch our backs and get threats thrown at us everyday? Everyday in the halls I hear kids yell that a race or label ("prep","goth","gangster", etc.) is stupid. I hear people saying things such as "watch it before you get beat up", "you're so stupid", and the most popular: "that's so gay". Did you know the first definition in the dictionary for "gay" is "happy"? A term meant for an emotion, changed into a label, then elevated into an insult, and is now used by a large majority of this school. "There are a lot of statements that are not right and none of them should be used," a homosexual student stated "I get abused everyday, physically and mentally because of my sexuality to the point that when I get home, I cry. This is a big problem in this school, and it needs to be fixed."NO PLACE FOR HATE...9 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Imagine having a large group of people insult you everyday for who you are and what you do. Imagine being physically, me
Another Sad Song - Part One******************Another Sad Song - Part One9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Mom! Fuck, just shut up!" Anna screamed, walking ahead of her mother towards the parked car
"Don't speak to me like that! I'm your mother and you should know better"
"Whatever" Anna sighed when she reached the car "can you just unlock the car?"
"Listen to me Annabelle" her mother said, leaning against the drivers side of the car "I've just sat there and listened to your teachers complain about your behaviour, your behaviour that is when you bothered to show up for classes"
Anna sighed in frustration "Mom…"
"No, what the hell is going on with you? You didn't used to be like this-"
"Oh fuck not this again" Anna muttered, biting down on her lip ring
"Like that, two years ago you wouldn't have sworn at me like that"
"Can you just unlock the car?"
Her mother sighed, realising that once again she'd failed to reach her daughter "Sure" she whispered, turning the lock, and slipping into the car.
"Honey, honey its okay it was just a dream" Her f
x marks my heart.i am lying in the field of wheat, dappled with sunlight, drunk with acceptance.x marks my heart.5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i am holding my fishnet-fingers wide to catch the dreams leaking out my pores. all my wishes are exploding from behind the rib-dams too archaic and tired to stand any longer. i am smiling for the first time in months and digging my hipbones and angelblades in the soil like seeds. i am a sunflower, i am an orchid, i am pushing the petals away to reveal myself to the waiting world. i am wrapped in the warmth, gently coaxing the tangles from my thoughts, my vulnerabilities uncurling slowly to reveal their belly to the persuasion of the heat.
i am blind, but with eyes shut, i can finally see who i am.
[i'm writing you letters in braille: i wish you were here.]
i am swimming in the belly of the ocean, crusted with salt, saturated with silence.
i am breathing coral in deep to paint my insides the color of magic. i am shrugging off the weight of the past and letting it disperse with the pulse of the tide. i am f
WAKE UPWAKE UP10 years ago in Open More Like This
Go to school.
Do your homework.
Go to sleep.
Go to work.
Do your duties.
Go to sleep.
Clean the house.
Feed the children.
Go to sleep.
Take a breath.
Take a break.
Take a trip around the world--
Spill your soul over the world.
Sing a song.
SCREAM a song!
Break the rules.
Get a room!
Get a puppy...
Take a picture of your puppy,
of your friends,
heck, your hands!
Or a dirty corner full of ants.
write a poem in your hands.
Get your pens
and your lipsticks;
as your canvas
use the walls.
do cartwheels down the hall.
If bodies jam
knock them over.
If bodies fall
flip them over.
If bodies crawl
run them over.
When they rise--
when they fight--
Scrape your knee and show some blood.
Show some love.
Give a hug.
Say "I love you."
Say I HATE you!"
Say it loud--
Quit your "self."
Quit the world.
if not deep.
Dream of lands.
Dream of dreams.
Do wake up
And learn to live.
Hostility Towards TerragenHostility Towards Terragen10 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Hostility towards the program terragen has always been present, and most likely, always will be. But let's get down to brass tacks. What is terragen? It's a 3d scenery generator. Right. There's no real Modelling process involved per se, and it looks and works completely different (to all means and purposes of the majority) to a 3d modelling application such as 3d studio max or Maya. It is comprised of a series of mostly numerical controls, and a few random generators based on numerical/slider inputs.
...this means, it's an easy program, and requires little or no effort to pull off good results.
Here's my favourite word of this article. WRONG.
The program is as deep as you want it to be, just as many other art orientated programs are. The quality of the results produced from it are proportional to the artists skill in using it. Just becau
The Importance of Being FrankThe Importance of Being Frank10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Importance Of Being Frank
At the end of this story, a Frenchman will be eaten by African driver ants.
* * *
Silvie closed the stall door behind her; she closed it timidly, with an empty expression on her face. Her hand shook. She paused for a moment, her mouth half open, her lip curled upward, and a frown on her forehead.
Then she walked over to the wash basins.
A fly buzzed between her and the mirror. She turned on the faucet, filled her cupped hands with water, and splashed it on her face. She looked at the stall's reflection in the mirror, closed her eyes, and slapped herself.
Let us slow down to take in the sights. At the exact moment Silvie's hand hits her cheek, everyth
WasteWaste9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Call me Anna, she says, hoping they'll get the vague reference, but they never do, mainly because it's too obtuse, and partly because nobody really reads Moby Dick these days.
But it matters not, nothing ever does. She wears her hair swept up and her mind swept away. There are the remains of a meal speckled upon her collar and down the front of her top, but people make sure not to comment. It wouldn't be right, but that's for later.
First, call her Anna. Heroines always had such exciting names, she mourned, drowning in jealousy that she instantly hated them all. She embraced the plain out of spite, and insisted that people called her by her boring middle name, started work as a librarian, and married a man who was the human embodiment of beige.
He didn't stand out anymore than she did. He wasn't tall and wasn't short, wore glasses in the least imposing way and sometimes spoke too quietly. He hated repeating himself, so told people to forget he said anything at all if they hadn't heard
Que hace girar al mundo¿Qué hace girar al mundo?Que hace girar al mundo3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un día, un pequeño conejo banco le preguntó con curiosidad a su padre el motivo y razón por el cual la vida no se detenía, el mundo avanzaba y los seres continuaban existiendo. Su padre, todo un conocedor, le contó a su pequeño vástago un cuento sobre una extraña energía, la batería del mundo, aquello que lo hacía girar y continuar.
Le narró sobre un extraño mundo existente en los sueños, en el centro de la tierra y detrás de un velo negro de terciopelo, donde se generaba continuamente la energía que da el origen a la vida. "Esta sube por las raíces de los árboles y recorre el mundo como el oxigeno" dijo el papá conejo.
En aquel único y extraño mundo subterráneo, habitan criaturas y seres similares en aspecto a las que residen en la superficie, pero actúan en un ciclo continuo sin principio, ni final. Todos proceden de fo
Ode to an Odd Quest.They fluttered in, as birds of a feather,Ode to an Odd Quest.9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Closer they flew, flocked together.
A flash of light!
Sparks in the night!
It's Abe! The savior of his race,
Dropped to the rock in his grace.
We cheered! Ninety-nine freed of his fellows,
Our happiness could not be mellowed.
As freed slaves, we won't be lunch,
For our former masters, an ugly bunch.
But a strange noise echoed over our sound:
From Abe it seemed to be bound.
He'd passed wind, a not uncommon growl
(It's that slave-gruel, 's not good with our bowel).
We all laughed- hey! 'Twas a joyful day!
"Oops," spake Abe in his dismay.
A slap on the back the Bigface endows
(This happens again later as Alf well knows).
So Abe lost balance, tumbled off the stage.
His head smashed against the stone of past age,
The poor Mud lay still, we all gasped!
As it turned out, Abe was in a trance.
The Weirdos came to visit him then,
The spirits of three long dead mudokon.
These restless souls with missing limbs,
Came to Abe with problems grim:
Inner Strength part 1Inner Strength part 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Inner Strength- part 1
Okay, most of you know the characters of the story, but for the other characters, I'll tell you about them.
So the story goes, Ash, May, Brock, Max, and Pikachu are walking along the trail to the nearest city... Which is for some reason, is taking a long, long, long, long time.
"Boy, wonder why it's taking so long just to get to a one mile away city," said Ash.
"Maybe we went the wrong way?" said Brock.
"Hey! Maybe that's it!" shouted May.
It was a city, but it was a very odd city. There where some people, but they all just stood there, smiling, and the houses were all the same color. In fact, all the people had the same clothes, hair dew, and it even looked like they had the same smile! As Ash and the others walked closer to the town, they noticed that everyone was looking at them, weirdly.
"They look like people," said Max.
"I think they're breathing," said Ash.
"But why are they staring at us?" said May.
"Pikachu," said Pikachu on top of Ash's shoulder.
Inner Strength part 12Ash looked around. Darkness, the all too familiar darkness of Artemis mind.Inner Strength part 128 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Welcome back, Ash.
Ash turned around. There stood Artemis, still in his black, hooded cloak.
It has been awhile since we have last met, he said.
Ash didnt like this. Going back into Artemis mind was never a good thing.
What do you want now? asked Ash.
I want to apologize for before, said Artemis.
Apologize? This is weird.
Yes, apologize. I know that last time I did not control my emotions like I usually do. I am still not sure how that happened, so I apologize for what I did and hope that nothing bad became of it.
Became of it? He was mad enough to kill Ash! And now hes apologizing? Somethings going on here, Artemis wasnt the kind to do something like this.
Um . . . thats fine . . . I guess, but why did you get so mad? asked Ash, confused.
There was a small silence between them, then Art
Inner Strength part 19Bayleef! Ash managed to shout out.Inner Strength part 197 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
But she was already long gone by that time. Ash could see the Pokémon still trying to run out of sight from him.
Wait, Bayleef! Please! shouted out Ash again.
He needed to follow her, to try to explain how this all happened. But why would she be so mad? Why is she so upset? Was it because of his son?
Ash dashed out the door and outside, still holding his son in his arms. He had no time to think, but he definitely did not want to leave Xander alone with James. Pikachu, at least, has Mr. Mime with him, so he should be okay.
Pikachu! Ash had just about forgot about his own first Pokémon! Should he have left him there? Once again, theres Mr. Mime, but Ash just couldnt shake the feeling that something bad is going to happen once again.
Okay, first things first, thought Ash. Ill go talk to Bayleef, hopefully get her to understand and find out hat was wrong with her, then Ill come back
Inner Strength part 3I would like to dedicate these chapters to the people who died at Virginia Tech. May their souls rest in peace.Inner Strength part 38 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Darkness. Complete darkness. No light.
Thought Ash. He could see himself, but everything else was covered with complete darkness.
Ash remembered Misty shooting him.
"Hello, Ash," said a familiar voice.
Ash looked for where the sound came from. He looked behind him and saw Artemis.
The darkness covered everything, but Ash could still see himself and Artemis. Artemis was still wearing his black cloak and the hood over his head, so Ash still couldn't see his face.
"How are you today?" said Artemis.
"Not doing so good, thanks to you. Did you bring me here? Where am I?" asked Ash.
"This is my mind," said Artemis.
"How did I get here?" asked Ash.
"When you are asleep, I can bring you into my mind, so I can talk to you," said Artemis.
"I'm asleep? Did Misty make me go to sleep?" asked Ash.
"I don't know, all I know is that you are asleep," said Artemis.
"Um, okay...Why is so dark in
Canada In Less Than A NutshellWe're Canada: A Poem Lacking Metre and Otherwise SenseCanada In Less Than A Nutshell9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We're Canada, we don't have any moon,
We spend our spare time keeping the stereo in tune!
Our loyalties can hardly be questioned,
To sum it up, we can't be burdened
With bothering to salute the flag.
(just don't say the Queen's a hag,
We'll drown you in beer cuz we're really mean,
Heck, we might even send you to the guillotine!)
We're Canada, and it's not really that cold,
We make fun of Americans, we're definitely that bold,
Who really cares, as long as the Oilers win?
Well, actually, that's only if you're in Edmonton...
Which really doesn't rhyme, but who cares, we're Canadian
And I can't think of anything that rhymes with that—um—ORANGE!
Have a snow float, it's not on me,
Oh, look, it's a pretty maple tree!
We're Canada, I'm sweating to death,
Because it's hot, even though I think 20's hot, and that's Celsius, you idiot, oh right, I need a rhyme to end this line and the only word I can think of at the moment is bre
Inner Strength part 2Since I don't know how to make words turn italic, I'll just use these handy-dandy things < >.Inner Strength part 28 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ash's eyes opened.
Ash looked around, he was in one of the spare rooms of a Pokecenter. He has been to one of these before, no biggy. There was May, sleeping on a bed, and Brock and Max are sleeping on two other beds, but why was he on the floor? And why does he feel something grabbing his arm?
Ash looked to his side and saw Misty II.
thought May. Officer Jenny jumped out of her car and saw May. Officer Jenny said something into her walky-talky, and walked into the Pokecenter, towards her. She looked angry for some reason as she walked over to May. She said something, but the aftershock from the sonic boom in May's ears wouldn't let her hear Officer Jenny.
Then Officer Jenny got out her cuffs and hand cuffed May's hands.
Ash's eyes opened...again.
He looked around:
Symphony of the AbyssChapter 1Symphony of the Abyss8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yggdrassil stood before the portal, and smiled. Retrieving Martel's new host body was proving to be more difficult than anticipated, and so he'd decided to put things back on track by recruiting some fresh blood to help his campaign. To that end, he'd built this portal. It was connected to a strange land, located on neither Sylvarant nor Tethe'alla, but another world entirely. And it had shown him many things. Most importantly, it had shown him the perfect candidate. One who worked tirelessly to revive a loved one, struck down tragically far too early. One who stopped at nothing to achieve his goals. A kindred spirit. Together, success was guaranteed.
"Preparations are complete, Lord Yggdrassil." an angel flitted over to him and droned.
"Begin!" Yggdrassil ordered. The angel took his station at a control panel nearby and entered a few keystrokes. A pillar of light began forming on a platform in front of him. First only the width of a pencil, bu
Inner Strength part 10Ash stared at the wide, blue waters of the vast river that laid before him. The light from the sun was reflecting itself on the waters, making it glitter.Inner Strength part 108 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ash relaxed. It's been so long since he had been home that he had forgotten how beautiful this place is. If Team Aqua was hiding here, they chose a very good spot.
Ash turned towards the voice. It was May, and standing beside her was her Squirtle.
"I think we're ready," said May.
Ash nodded and walked up to Squirtle.
"Okay, Squirtle. We need you to go into that river and look for anything suspicious. Got it?" said Ash.
"Squirtle squirt, squirtle squirtle squirt?" asked Squirtle, slightly confused.
"We're not real sure of what exactly we are looking for. Just tell us if you see something out of the ordinary," said Ash.
Squirtle was still a little confused, but shrugged his shoulders and walked to the edge of the river. From there, he jumped up into the air, spun 360 degrees, and dived into the water with very little slashing in
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?
Sept 17, 14:15
Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. The iceberg fought against the warm currents till its last breath, but all was hopeless. An unyielding crack started to crawl across its surface, explosions of cold mist whooshing as the iceberg crumbled, expiring away; connecting with the clouds and the ocean.
Oct 4th, 9:12
A tiny, conical drop of water spiraled through the gray and blue mush of fog tha
Introduction to Lucid Dreaming"Not all lucid dreams are useful but they all have a sense of wonder about them. If you must sleep through a third of your life, why should you sleep through your dreams, too?"Introduction to Lucid Dreaming8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The concept of lucid dreaming is not at all a new one. The first recorded instructions for learning how to lucid dream come from an unnamed Tibetan yoga master from the eighth century, the author of "The Yoga of the Dream State." The next also originates in Tibet, Atisha, who described lucid dreaming as "being simultaneously awake and asleep" in his "Seven Points of Mind Training." But no scientific research was performed until the 1960s and 1970s, including P.D. Ouspensky's "A New Model of the Universe", in which it's called a "half-dream state"; Don Juan's "Journey to Ixtlan, which taught cues for becoming conscious in and stabilizing dreams; and Carlos Castaneda, apprenticed to Don Juan. In the fall of 1975, Stephen LaBerge, one of the current l
Inner Strength part 11"How are we supposed to do that?" asked Ash, still in shock.Inner Strength part 118 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You know just as well as I do, Ash," answered May.
"There has to be another way to do this besides sending kids into an HQ filled with people that want each of you dead. We should call the police or the army or something!" said Prof. Oak, freaking out that kids have to go on a suicide mission.
"We can't call the police," explained Max. "Remember when we told you how we ended up in jail?"
"I still don't understand that! None of you are old enough to even be in that jail. You and May should have been in Juvenile Hall if you actually did anything that bad," said Oak.
"That tells you something else," stated Brock. "It seems that Team Aqua can control everything the police does. Maybe Team Magma can too, for all we know."
"How is that possible? You can't just command all of the police departments," said Oak.
All these questions where spinning in Ash's head. Being turned into a Pikachu was a big thing when this all started, now th
Is It Wrong to Hate ?It’s not that i’m sexist, I just remember a time,Is It Wrong to Hate ?5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I held the door open for a girl,
and she began to scream and cry.
“You oppressive piece of shit,” she began to say,
and when I tried to calm her, she kicked my way.
I used self defense, and moments later she was on the ground.
The cops were called, and I’m writing this from prison now.
It’s not that I hate women, just a selective few,
the ones who abuse the system, and many of them do.
I’m not transphobic, or anti LGBT,
it’s just that at seven,
my gay uncle took advantage of me.
When I turned eighteen and finally got a girl,
I told her my secret, and she spread it to the world.
Now they think I’m gay, and not a day goes by,
when I’m not touched by some random gay guy.
So no, I don’t hate transgender, or LGBT,
I just wish they didn’t exist, that they didn’t ruin me.
I’m not against Christians, because I love their God,
though I’ve read the bibl
Gotham High - proposalGotham High - proposal4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"We all go through incredible changes as teenagers: growth spurts, bad skin, a sudden insatiable need to uphold justice and avenge your murdered parents . Well, that is if you're Bruce Wayne.
As if being a freshman at Gotham High wasn't tough enough, Bruce's insomnia and technological fascinations are taking their toll. Instead of spending his time studying, he has begun to obsess over an emerging personality trait: Batman. But under the watchful eye of his guardian and steward, Alfred Pennyworth, Bruce is forced to put his intelligence to good use: graduating high school. But given his classmates, can Bruce survive Gotham High?" Official blog entry made by Celeste Green and Jeffrey Thomas
A brief introduction
The start of their third year in high school. Bruce has finally returned to public school, due to his guardian's Alfred Pennyworth's insisting, after being home-schooled for eight years. He arrives to find it different from what he expected. The quarterback, Wayde, an