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FrameFrame10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll dance in front of my television
Just to watch my silhouette
With my feet planted firmly
I'll move my arms and hands
Like distinct, ethereal entities
They'll drift around my form
A misty light creeps through blinds
And frames my shadow from behind
A tree with two branches
That swirl around its odd trunk
A tragic limitation of reflection
They disappear within its form
My focus breaking on a pixel
How can this be possible?
The shape is wretchedly abnormal
This outline can't be me
Moonlight Serenade: Chp 3. Wolves PrideMoonlight Serenade: Chp 3. Wolves Pride10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Over the day, with Fletcher's notes and lecture, had Norah learned more then she possible could known about the werewolves. Their ways of living was strikingly similar to vampires, just a bit more… open with their savagery.
However, even if many questions had been answered, many remains, and even more questions was born from the answers. Made her far more curious, almost an obsession of thinking, and it helped Norah forgetting her pain and hunger, her own misery.
Suddenly she got flickered hard in the forehead and she squeaked in surprised with a hand against her forehead.
"You are not focusing Mouse…" Ace sighed and shook his
Shattering LoveI can no longer bring myself to cry,Shattering Love11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
A thousand hopeful thoughts crushed in an instant,
What a fool I am to believe this time for sure it'd work,
I do not know why I put myself through this,
Time and time again with you I fall in love,
And time and time again that love is shot down,
You say you wish to not hurt me,
Do you not see the pain you cause,
All that sorrow brought on by a few simple words,
Still I hold out and hope for one more chance,
I still believe despite this we can fix this broken love,
And return to how it once was long ago.
FatherFatherFather1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
That's one word
In one breath it can carry the world
With His hands in mine
I know God who is divine
will lead me to straight paths
Words of wisdom You carry through the birds in the morning
the breeze that cuddles me briefly as it waltzes by
O Father of Heaven my soul cries
Mighty the deeds of the Father
High above high all the earth
Sing songs of sweet justice to the Father
For nothing compares to His awesomeness
Skip by the sidewalk and watch the trees sway
If you press your ears close to the ground
You can hear them sing
a song of victory
How the Lord devoured hopelessness and brought light to the world
O how gl
When It Comes to Love...There are two different sides.When It Comes to Love...4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
One is the Pessimist. She thrives on doubt, self-pity and loneliness.
She always tries to convince me that giving up is my only option. She told me there was no light at the end of my tunnel.
Every once in a while, I believe her.
The other side is Optimist. She thrives on positivity and every scrap of hope I have left in my heart.
She told me that such love does indeed exist in my life.
Every year, Optimist tells me that something wonderful will happen.
I really want to put my trust and faith in the Optimist side.
But at the end of the day, I know I will be judged and ridiculed, for taking Optimist's side in front of everyone.
Because a person who doesn't know me will think I have no hope anyways.
So I show my inner Pessimist to people around me, and usually I keep my true, Optimist feelings to myself.
I look like I never want to be loved again.
But deep down I am desperately searching and asking.
What am I afraid of?
TranssexualI am not man.Transsexual4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a woman.
On the outside,
I appear as a man,
So masculine.
But that is not who I am,
Not who I want to be.
On the inside,
I am a woman,
Effeminate,
Who I truly am,
Who I want to be.
Thank goodness for surgery.
So I can express,
So I can become,
What I truly am.
To be freed,
From this male prison.
And enjoy freedom,
Freedom of being female.
The Measure of a ManCan you tell meThe Measure of a Man5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What a mans' to do
When he finds himself looking down
Between his shoes
Trying to find a reason for his life
Atop the littered sidewalk
Will anyone sing your song
When at long last
You take your final bow?
Ushered into the wings
To rendezvous with the Reaper
Who will lament your fate?
Can you name anyone whose life
You've touched
A heart you've warmed
A smile rescued from a frown
A child who has held your hand
For comfort?
On your daily rounds
In the hustle and bustle
Will the record show
That you stood for honor and integrity?
Not with mere words
But demonstrably
Adhering to a higher standard?
Can you lay claim to the di
A New Mexico ChildhoodA New Mexico Childhood:A New Mexico Childhood4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Eulogy for My Brother, Gone at 50
God came for my brother at 3 a.m. Not about 3 a.m. but
literally: Right then. It was exact, and I know because I was there.
Apparently, God and Cooper had a pre-arranged appointment to keep,
one we just couldn't find in his datebook. At first,
we were relieved that the merciless pain,
cruel beyond measure, was now in the past.
My mind drifted back and forth; my eyes sought his face, his
hands. I held his hands over and over: dead or alive, those hands
had something to tell me if I could just listen harder! His hands were
Chocolate MonsterOnce upon a time there was a little girl named Cecilia. She was very sweet looking and very polite, therefore people were always giving her sweets."Such a sweet girl deserves sweets," they said and patted her on the golden-haired head, smiling at her bright-blue eyes. And as it is the way with people, nobody wasted a thought on what was best for the child, as long as it smiled happily, which it always did.Chocolate Monster4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Cecilia, on the other hand, started to be very vain, because she could not help noticing that she always got more attention and a lot more sweets from the grown-ups than all the other children. "I must be really special," she thought, "lik
CL: Until the End, Chapter 3Chapter 3: Family ReunionCL: Until the End, Chapter 34 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I shook my cousin frantically, my eyes wide with terror. “Blaze! Blaze, wake up, please!” I shouted, causing my voice to echo down the hall. I shook him more, until I finally got a response.
Blaze groaned and his eye popped open, his pupils dilating. “Ulrich?” he rasped weakly.
I gasped and leaned down and hugged him. “Oh, you’re okay!” I exclaimed. Then, my brain clicked, and I leaned away from him. I cleared my throat awkwardly. “Uh…you’re okay.”
He got up and slowly reached his hand around to the back of his head, rubbing it. “Ow…
The Cottage on the HillThe Cottage on the Hill8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a little house
on a hill aside the forest.
It's quaint, so queer,
but it is more than that.
It is like a little cottage
that should be by the sea,
but someone misplaced it one day
when playing with their toys.
Yes, this house is very childish.
It is a toy in itself.
If you enter the house,
you are a doll.
Or perhaps you are a puppet,
but either way,
strange things begin to happen,
whether you like it or not.
Sometimes the trees have knuckles
that tap on your windows
when you're trying to sip a
lukewarm cup of tea with honey.
The fireplace crackles,
but once in a while
it sings and dances
before it falls asleep.
Chapter 1 : E M A I L I N GChapter 1 : E M A I L I N G9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sky was high as the children slept and the adults indulged themselves to some rest, but not everyone did the same. Some would sleep, finish work or even just surf the net; of which one person would regret doing.
It was November and about a week ago a young girl from the Hitachi High School had tragically died; it had appeared all over the internet, a lot of people convinced that she was murded. For one boy he tried to avoid all the death talk as he was in the same class as the girl. His name was Akoto Hiroshi and was a typical 15 year old trying to get though school, and was doing his normal studies for upcoming exams. But as he surfed t
The Hunger Games- Snowflake's Story Chapter 8I sit down on the couch with Angel, Stone, and my Avox mother. I had asked her to join usThe Hunger Games- Snowflake's Story Chapter 810 months ago in Drama More Like This
to watch the evaluations and she gladly accepted my offer. I've somehow gotten used to the idea
of her being an Avox, even though it's a bad thing. I feel completely relaxed, and proud of myself
for doing what I did back at the evaluations. I might not get a good score though, but I'll
still have the satisfaction. Seoconda later, I hear the clicking of Candy's heels coming
towards me. She didn't look very joyful when I looked at her.
"Are you out of your mind?!" She asked me in an angry tone of voice.
"What?" I questioned her, pretending I didn't
TogetherI want to sleep with you.Together11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't mean have sex.
I mean sleep, together.
Under my blankets, in my bed.
With my hand on your chest,
and your arm around me.
With the window cracked.
So it's chilly and we have to cuddle closer.
No talking.
Just sleeping, blisssfully happy,
silence.
ein wegIch schreibe in staubein weg11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gleiche worte
Verbindung
Mein gerösteter atem
Die betrunkenen lippen
Eine stimmung
Vier wolken
Beisammen
sein
The Forbidden Melody (UNFINISHED)The Forbidden Melody (UNFINISHED)1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Octavia picked up her bow and tightened it, getting ready to practice. She lowered her bow to the strings, waiting a few seconds. All of a sudden, she heard loud music blaring from across the room. She sighed, and looked behind her. Vinyl Scratch was playing her... DJ music, not at all like the cello's melodic voice. Her hoof stiffened on the A string, and she paused for a second. Gritting her teeth, she slid her bow across the string, making a terrible screeching noise like a rat being tortured. Vinyl cringed and her hoof hit one of the discs, making another screech, not at all like the one from the cello. Octavia grimaced, the sou
Valentines Day HeartsRed is the color of passion,Valentines Day Hearts1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Chocolate is the flavor of love,
Broken hearts are in fashion,
You gave me your final shove,
Walking away is what you do best,
Staying is my fate,
Fingers drawing heart shapes on my chest,
I made it easy for you to escape,
Dew drop memories,
Bending light into a rainbow,
Tear drops making a puddle,
My red thoughts continue to flow,
Happy Valentines Day my Friend,
You are still in my heart,
I know you had to walk away,
From me you will never part.
Edward Scissorhands - Pt 9Edward Scissorhands - Pt 92 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Chapter Thirty-Three
Nobody was looking at the dark and gabled silhouette on the hill overlooking the town at exactly twenty-two minutes to twelve that Saturday night. It was lucky that nobody had, or more than one of the townsfolk would have added a new chapter to the peculiar ghost story that had insidiously circulated throughout the town over the decades, permeating the life of each and every inhabitant. For one brief instant, every single light in the place had flared on, crowning the whole hill with a blaze of glory.
The man with the scissors for hands had indeed discovered the electricity junction box.
story of a disappointmentSome days I just don't understand the world at all.story of a disappointment9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the low pressure system conspires
with my decreasingly adequate spectacle prescription
and the fact that I haven't eaten
any sufficient protein in over 24 hours,
I stumble around the house,
in front of a glaring computer screen,
over a hungry cat,
and I spill Whiskas milk on a freshly washed mat.
I try to read Nabokov
while the letters dance all over the page,
I drink three more coffees than usual,
eat two more steaks than usual,
and every sound at the front door
(a postman! a delivery man! a Jehovah's Witness!!)
sends my palpitating heart into the depths of
Did You KnowDid you know that I look for your smile,Did You Know8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
When I am alone and sitting for a while,
Did you know that your eyes are a lamp for my path,
Never knowing where I'll step,
Did you know I know your walk,
Your movement is like a carress to me,
Did you know my heart is beating for you,
The day is young and maybe you'll call,
Did you know that I have secrets that others can't share,
I whisper them in your ear when I'm smiling or in dispair,
Did you know my time is short and I want more to share with you,
No matter how much time it slips by me too fast,
Lets take a chance and enjoy our ride,
Me carrying you, and you carrying me,
Did you kno
Friendship, Disharmony and Sonic Ch. 1It was just another casual day for Sonic, he was just having one of his runs before Tails bumped into him and invites him to go to the park. Little to Sonic’s knowledge, Tails and the rest of the gang had prepared a surprise party for him. After arriving at the park, Sonic had gotten a specially made chilidog and loved it. While everyone was enjoying the party, a sudden dark pulse exploded out of nowhere and interrupted the party. The force from the sudden blast sent all of the party supplies flying in the air, including Sonic’s chilidog, leaving the hedgehog disappointed after seeing it was gone. Unknown to Sonic at the time, a dFriendship, Disharmony and Sonic Ch. 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He's Wearing EyeshadowHe's Wearing Eye ShadowHe's Wearing Eyeshadow2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He's got a pretty face, it's staring off into space
With his make up on, he can show the world who he is
But out on the street, the fear that he keeps
If anyone knew, he was a man
He's wearing eyeshadow, and it brightens his face
It gives him confidence, but takes it away
Sta.sh
