No se que estoy haciendo aqui-Quieres decirme, por favor, que camino debo tomar para salir de aquí?No se que estoy haciendo aqui3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
-Eso depende mucho de a dónde quieras ir respondió el Gato
-Poco me preocupa a dónde ir dijo Alicia
-Entonces, poco importa el camino que tomes replicó el Gato.
Diálogo entre Alicia y el Gato Chesire
"Alicia en el país de las Maravillas"
Dejando de lado mi ausencia por varios días debido a circunstancias que se salen de mi control (como una tormenta que acabó con el internet por un corto periodo de tiempo en mi lugar de residencia), quisiera "regresar" con un escrito que contrario a hacerme sonar poética en un desesperado intento de que me den una Daily Deviation por jugar a ser una chica profunda y madura, o de tratar de "abrirles los ojos hacia la verdad absoluta", es una simple forma de desahogo con un problema que muchos antes que yo pudieron haber experimentado.
Hace unos días, bastante emocionada me puse a leer la entrevi
[Zutara] Betrayal of the Heart* PART 2[Zutara] Betrayal of the Heart* PART 22 years ago in Drama More Like This
As long as she could remember she wasn't really understood by anyone.
She had a special bond with her mother nobody else understood. When she died, the last person to understand her was gone.
She didn't have friends her age, even though everyone was really nice at the southern water tribe.
She was the only water bender, nobody could understand her desire to feel connected with other benders.
After she found Aang in the ice she felt the need to help ending the war and travelling with the Avatar, something nobody else she knew would have done.
When she met Jet she got attracted by the thought of him understanding and sharing her pain but in the end, her trust was used to do something terrible she would have never approved.
As Toph joined their group she was hoping for a friend who understands her but got disappointed again as she saw that Toph was the little pampered girl which she has been all her live. Her parents didn't understand her as well but her problems were on a completely diff
unfetteredWhen we metunfettered8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I was shoving roots
into the ground.
Anchors braided thick
and strong so I could
stretch my dreams
toward the heavens:
quivering and fearful in
their green naivete.
But you were making
birds in the palm
of your hand,
tiny faith-filled wings
fluttering as they
learned the fall
from your fingertips
wasn't that bad,
and the ground was
than in looked.
I buried your memory
deep beneath me
in hopes that
I could drink you in,
and one day
loose my worries
even if I could never
let go of you.
fourteenthe cake is underdonefourteen8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
runny and lukewarm
but if i layer the frosting
thick enough, no one
will know the difference
Me enamore de mi mejor amigo cap. 1Me enamore de mi mejor amigo cap. 14 months ago in Romance More Like This
-Una mañana normal me levante para ir al colegio, como todos los dias me cepille, me bañe, me coloque el uniforme, no peine (en realidad nunca me peino) me despedi de mis padres, y me fui al colegio, al llegar vi a mi mejor amiga cake, ella siempre tan arreglada y hermosa como siempre, saben aveces la envidio, es tan perfecta, ñaaa pero es mi mejor amiga y ella me quiere como soy. Entramos a clases, estaba muy atenta a la clase, por ser la clase de mates, amo las matemáticas, si es algo raro que a alguien les guste las matemáticas pero yo soy rara XDD. Al salir de las clases vi a mi mejor amigo Marshall, pero había algo raro en mi, cuando lo vi mi corazón comenzó a latir mas rápido, se acercaba hasta donde yo estaba, y me puse muy nerviosa, no se porque, cake vio que se iba acercando, y se fue, ella odia a Marshall por lo de su noviazgo, bueno pero después les contare sobre ello. Al momento que Marshall me saludo son un pu
beckoningwaves carried me out to seabeckoning8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and moonlight stirred the peace,
as the shimmering tides
did send such memories crashing.
how I did dwell in those dark eyes
that had their silence;
how I did wish to be enclosed in those hands
that played with truth;
how I did wish to fall in next to that step
of nameless grace;
my starved lips called to,
I could not untangle myself from.
sweet express, you promised!
swift dawn passed
just after your hand hovered over
my trembling heart,
thus your song to me
eternity was not due.
so did I beckon the salty wind
to push me further
into the sea's coarse sheets,
until the welcome
of morning's mellowed embrace.
Tales of AbyssTales of Abyss4 years ago in Drama More Like This
"Luke! Hey Luke!! Idiot over here wait, WATCH OUT!"
Random crashing noise
It was a mess once again although it had been awhile after they had destroyed Van, Tear Grant's brother. Luke had heard from Jade that she had been quite depressed about loosing her brother and having to destroy him for the better good of the countries and the world. He would always want to go see Tear but she would be always traveling all over the place so he could never get exactly in touch with her. The short haired man sat down on the footsteps of his manor as he sighed in completely bored. Then his tall blond haired friend Guy had came to his side and asked "Hey Luke what's wrong? No needing to sulk around!" Luke looked up at his friend who was standing behind him and he sighed. Guy only smiled and said "Come on. Tell me what's wrong?" Luke then said "I don't know I'm just kind of confused with myself." Guy only had a smirk on his face and started to tease Luke.
"Are you miss
you stoleyou are smoke,you stole8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
and I forget
how the mockingbird
used to sing.
how to miss someone.
you left warm spots in me,
familiar dents and puckers
nothing holds my eyes in place.
they roll from one end of my skull
to the other,
I don't want to see
a world without you in it.
you let this place hollow out
and dry like infinite droughts.
the years age me,
and I don't know who I am
I only remember you,
but I forget that you are gone.
Nine in the EvneningThe time I came home today was at nine;Nine in the Evnening1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Your head was on the table like always.
I screamed loud at you. I tread a fine line.
How many times Ive wished for the old days.
He groggily woke up. I shook him hard.
He'd not been sober for more than a week.
My heart was breaking into tiny shards,
Yet all he cared was keeping his bad streak.
I'd had enough of him and his stories.
I had once loved him in the past.
I but all that's gone, I'd write no more treaties.
I had arrived at my senses at last.
I didn't want to live this life anymore;
Grabbed my coat, said goodbye, walked out the door.
The Villainess, The Valkyrie, and The HulkThe Villainess, The Valkyrie, and The Hulk3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of Green: One Month
The Villainess, The Valkyrie, and The Hulk
Walking out of the living room, Janet and Shego began to contemplate on what their next activity would be for the evening. It wasn't difficult for Janet to guess what, or rather whom to be more precise, Shego's thoughts were now focused on at this very moment. From the very beginning of the day, Janet and Shego noticed that Hulk had been distant, moreso than he usually is on a daily basis.
Neither Shego or Janet knew why Hulk was in such a mood, only that it was best for them to leave the Jade Giant alone in peace until he wished to speak with them on his own terms. Both women knew not to pressure or try to force Hulk into revealing what was truly bothering him. This could especially be said of Shego, who remembers quite a few times that Hul
Brotherhood of GoreThe taste of battle was tantalizing to him. It was an insatiable appetite that could never be fully filled. Every soiree into battle was if it was his first, his most precious moment, where he truly felt alive, unlike those that stood before him and the Brotherhood of Gore. His enhanced physiology and chaotic corruption amplified the thirst of battle, the thirst of blood. He wanted bloodshed, he wanted battle, and he wanted to be swept with the tides of death. He wanted feel the cold embrace of death, and then smash its face with Reckless Abandonment, his chainaxe. The court yard was a massive piece of real estate, like all Imperial Governors, they splurged on Imperial expenses, and their worthless lives as if it was nothing. Massive statues celebrating the corruption of the fools and his retinue, gardens replicating the color spectrum, gaudy and pretentious.Brotherhood of Gore3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bastard he was. Of course these opinions didn't matter to 'Gorefist' or his brothers; the only thing they cared for was the b
I'll Never Grow TiredTonight I'm going to stop youI'll Never Grow Tired9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
on the porch, we'll stand toe to toe
the way we used to when
the pulse that thrummed
quick and strong through our veins
sang out our young, unbridled hope.
Our eyes will meet and,
just like the first time,
I'll take a moment to run my fingers
through your shining thoughts and
caress the sharp lines of your mind.
I'll lean forward and press my lips onto
the the flower-petal curve of your self-expression,
and that will be enough for you
to take me by the hand
and lead me up the stairs.
In the soft moonlight that filters through
the trees and our gauzy curtains
I'll unbutton your fears and slip them from your shoulders,
revealing smooth broad dreams. And,
careful not to miss a single freckle of insecurity,
I'll kiss my way down to the hollow of your throat,
where your soft-spoken tendencies
rest among unshakable beliefs.
Between the ridges of your ribs I'll count your worries
and smooth them away with my fingertips.
Over the subtle curve of your hips
no dear.no dear4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
the chimney smoke
blows like hair
in the wind
its ashen hum
a trembling dove
a man without
to a crux of spine
dear burden of mine
o father have i sinned
what fire turned
this bread to stone
without my ribs
weeping in the gloam
my chest is pried
a tongueless jaw
with nothing left
Darkstalkers 4 OutlineDarkstalkers 4 Outline3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Darkstalkers: Warriors of Endless Night
Story Created by Hotfeet444
Following the events that took place in Vampire Savior, Anita, the young girl with a tremendous amount of psychic power, had arrived within the Makai following the powerful rifts of energy that Jedah had been giving off due to he'd defeated Demitri and taken his very powerful soul. Anita arrived within the Fetus of God and confronted Jedah, saying that he was a fool with more power than he could possibly control.
Jedah scoffed at Anita's remarks, but he soon realized who she truly was. Though she was now almost a fully grown woman, she was indeed the one he'd been intending to destroy, the protector of the humans and his greatest threat. Anita and Jedah then did battle, and Anita arose as the winner of the battle. She then used her power, fused with the power of Jedah's soul, to destroy the Shintai. The Shintai's destruction let out a powerful cosmic reaction that seemed to disrupt the flow of time, causing a ti
Leather, Musically InclinedLeather, Musically Inclined2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Leather, Musically Inclined
Sarah glanced up as her roommate, and sometimes best friend, Christine, walked into the apartment with her new boyfriend, and sometimes maniacal killer, Erik. The two were being disgustingly cute but, at the moment, she preferred that to what they would do when they finally spotted her. She’d been so absorbed in her book (a book by Jeaniene Frost and it was just getting to the good part!) she hadn’t heard them and now it was too late to hide. Sarah groaned under her breath as the couple saw her and tried desperately to think of a way to avoid the coming inquisition. Unfortunately, nothing came to mind and Sarah resigned herself to what she knew was going to be an unpleasant conversation.
“Sarah,” Christine sing-songed and Sarah knew she was in trouble, “We just saw Jareth in the hall and asked him how things were coming along. Why haven’t you decided what you’re going to do yet?”
“Negotiations are still i
LET'S GO OFF TOPIC, SHALL WE?Just lay off the hate for the new generation(s).LET'S GO OFF TOPIC, SHALL WE?2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Sure the 5th isn't that creative, and Pokémon should take YOUR ideas (specifically ..MastertheCreater)
But still; they own a company, and have 5,000,000,000 dollars (not really) and how much do you have? I have no idea but still.
I don't know what my point is, but I like the 5th Gen, I like all of the Pokémon in it too. The downside is that B&W2 is just a sequel to the game. I wish they made like..I dunno, but they should make a new series/region, since people are putting away Pokémon. A new region and Pokémon would put me right back how I was when I was 3-10; obsessed.
Now, I speak my mind for the starters of the Generations; all of them.
First, let's start off with Unova. I know I talked about it first, above, but I wanted to judge the region. First, let's start with judging the Starter Pokémon. I only like Tepig and Oshawott. I'm so
R I S S MAN.heh-really?R I S S MAN.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is this how you would want it to be?
Anything but a ravishing melody?
Don't make me swim in your cascade of lies.
Just be frank -just with me , forget the old ties
in regards of your issues- It's engraved in the past.
Now is now- then was a while back- and later is to cast.
i should stop- and you should stop. wasting my time forming a daily tear-
concocted from effort plus misery- to satisfy your sulking ass,dear.
You never came by when my heart was hurled - bleeding.
you've always made the gesture to walk off- fleeting
away from the worst- only present at your fine time.
when i was isolated from all- excluding you. you simply- don't rhyme.
I've tried to support you, with all my attempts, heavy and light
with anything - that would be considered sane, kind - and right.
i tried to sustain you, fix your frown,you would never be alone
with me- i wanted you- i beckoned for your love- you just threw a gnawed bone
that was retrieved from my ribs, you we
The SculptorBefore he would have harvested a tree,The Sculptor3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hacked off its limbs,
torn it from the earth,
shaved one by one its cells - its outer core,
until it was what he believed it was,
no more a tree.
Wiser, he walks deep in to the wood,
underneath a forest giant he stops,
looks up in to the leafy branches, sighs,
climbs and sheds his tears upon its boughs.
It's all in the pastIt's all in the past3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Regretting will never fix problems once cast,
things like that shall be left in the past.
All pain ever suffered, can be replaced with hope.
And my heart will grow stronger with ways to cope.
With all things done, and all things to be,
I know i will be happy, with just being me!
persistenceThe sunset glowed on the field of snow, trying to gently soften it, to tenderly layer it in warm reds and golds. But the snow didn't melt; it just sparkled and played with the sun's gently strewn colors. I noticed this with a strange sense of hyper-awareness as I rode my bike away from the girl who doesn't want me, the cold wind stinging my flushed face. I saw that the sun's strongest efforts to melt the cold snow were futile for the night, but that was the beauty of the snow- it seemed soft and sweet at a glance, but pair it with warm light and it's a sparkling field of unyielding crystals. A rickety old fence ran between me and that field of snow and sun, but I knew I'd be back when the snow might have softened away, becoming instead a part of the first tender wildflowers of spring, nurtured by the sun and the once-frozen snow, and I'd step over that fence and pick one for my girl. I'll be back. As sure as the sunrise, I'll be back.persistence3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
handmade lovewrite me a letter,handmade love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not emails or tweets.
blue pen scribblings
on sheets of paper crisp.
in five hundred words,
two pages and a half -
tell me you thought of me
on cigarette breaks.
go on foot to a post office,
paste the stamp yourself.
i shall be clouds away
expecting the mail truck.
february 28, 2012