Teenage individualTeenage individual5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
So, you're walking down the corridor, she walks past, your eyes meet and you try ever so hard not to give her a quick up-down. And you fail, taking a silent satisfaction in the fact that you're taller and skinnier than her.
You go to your friends and proclaim loudly that you're not one of the masses, you're completely unique as you declare your opposition to the similarity of their shallow, whining, make-up smothered faces.
You had a bad day and so you secretly simmer in your own self pity; no one has it as hard as you. Life is tough, school is boring, your teachers hate you, the bogans on the back seat are annoying and pms suc
Arasya: Chapter OneIt was the Summer Solstice, the last traces of the cool spring air dancing and mixing with the warmer air of summer. School was out, and kids were walking along the streets, excited that their three-month break from school had finally arrived. In the small, local park, one girl sat on a bench beneath the shade of a tree. Dressed in a loose shirt and pants with sneakers, she sat cross-legged on the wooden boards of the bench and looked out across the area with sapphire eyes. She tousled her short brown hair, grateful for the simple relief that it gave her from the heat.Arasya: Chapter One5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Shyra Sera was a modern girl, simply living her life as an ordinary fifteen year old. She lived in a small home on a nice street in a nice neighborhood, nothing eventful ever happening. She shared the home with her mother, although she was never home due to her workaholic personality; Shyras father had abandoned the fami
A GiftI first hear about herA Gift6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From a whispering discussion
Between two uniformed, makeup-clad
The pregnant girl
Everyone in this world has a title
And that's hers
I didn't know her very well
But suddenly, she's my best friend
A part of my soul
That she has something
That I don't
She has a second life
Two people, one body
A whole future
And she's glowing
That only a teenage mother could have
I long to make her mistake
Such a contrast
Such irony is this
A teenage girl
With another girl
Fifteen years younger
Growing inside of her
Ninja StudentNinja Student1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nick was at home, bored out of his mind, there was nothing on TV, all of his friends were out of town, and he played all of his games. He slumped on his couch and sighed.
"I wish there was something I could do," Nick said, he than widen his eyes in realization, there was something he could do. He got up and ran out of the house to the outskirts of town.
Once there he followed a trail to an old dojo, it was believed to be a dojo where people train to become ninja's. But people stopped coming there and it was closed off, but it was believed that an old man was there, waiting for a new student. Nick walked up to it, opened up one of the windows, and went inside, his shoes went on to a polished wooden floor; this surprised him, since the dojo closed 5 years ago.
Nick walked through the dojo seeing that the entire place was clean, not a single cobweb was in any of the rooms, the windows were clean, even the training equipment was spotless. He cont
The WodsUnder the cannopy,The Wods2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in the dark,
The air is sweet,
So fragrant and fresh.
KodamaKodama4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are many but we are one,
as leaves upon the trees.
We whisper our existence,
in breaths of wind.
We are dressed in robes of shadow
and watch from chalk-white masks.
We are many but we are unseen,
but with many eyes we see
our kingdom of green,
in all her glory.
We are guardians,
helping the lonely travellers.
We are warriors,
destroying those of ill intent.
We are tricksters.
It is us you hear calling to you.
we mean you no harm,
if you mean none to us.
We are eternal,
with slight movements
like the hands
of a clock.
We are many but we are one.
Do not seek us,
for you will not find us.
In time's embrace
we are not lost.
We simply are,
Documentary - The CactapusDocumentary - The Cactapus8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Cactapus is a strange and rare animal that can't be found in a desert. Until of course it has sprung up from behind you and it has wrapped its cactus-like, spiney eight tentacles around your face; stabs you repeatedly and sucks your eyes from its sockets. It's a little known fact that the Cactapus is a fairly innocent creature and doesn't have a sadistic bone in its body, though in all respect it seems that way. The fact is Cactapi don't have bones, but secondly the truth about Cactapi is as follows. Cactapi are a solitary animal that spends its lifetime aimlessly wandering through the deserts of the globe. Of course Cactapi unlike the deserts' great cats or eagles, don't wish to be unaccompanied; No, in fact quite the opposite. The Cactapus is constantly yearning for love. So much so, that whenever a Cactapus even so much as gets a glimpse of something moving on the horizon, it can't help but run up to it from behind, jump up on its head and cover it's eyes with tentacles as if to
How My Business WorksHow My Business Works1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My business works because it's actually not a business. And by this I mean I hardly make any money with my pictures. For me photography is not a way to make money but to invest money, and I work several other jobs to be able to pay for my art. I'm a tour guide on waste to energy plants and wastewater treatment facilities, I'm a concierge at the house I'm living, I work as a Photoshop instructor and on weekends I take care of the library of the University.
Sometimes people say to me: I can hardly believe you're not making money with your photos because they are better than the work of many professional photographers.
Of course it's flattering when somebody says something like that even if I don't always agree. But here's the thing: the very reason why I'm able to work on this level is because I don't have to make money with my pictures. If you're a photographer who wants to make a living out of it you are forced to do things differently. You have to focus on what your customers like and
Letters of loveLetters of love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Letters of love
I think about you
Like how a child reaches out for the stars
For years I've ran after you
Not to become the fiancé for you
But because I care about you
I sit in my room and write my love letter
For which you will never read
Like how the sun meets the sea
My love will forever be
I hope and pray
That you will come back to me
Confused and lost my way
I look to the darkened sky
Searching for a certain star
All though when I look up
It seems so very far
Looking at the shimmering sky
I pray for you
Everything that you do
Hoping that success abides you
You're my light that helps me along the way
There so much more I want to say
My heart has this overflowing feeling
My mind can't piece all the feelings my heart has for you
But until then
I just wanted to write a poem to tell you
That I am absolutely in love with you
Poem: Her HandHer HandPoem: Her Hand5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He picked up her hand
it wasnt as soft as it was
the first day she slipped it into his
he could feel the callouses
from the work she had taken on
for their family.
He still remembered the thrill
the first time he felt
the soft touch of those fingers,
their soothing power,
remembered the awe he knew
when she used those hands
to save him from the darkness,
how they still could calm his soul
or raise his passion,
how they shaped his children,
turned his life upside down
and led him to hope.
He rubbed his thumb across her palm,
his hand cupped around hers protectively,
so much larger.
But he wondered
which of the two was really the stronger.
CasualtyShe's a casualtyCasualty5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Victim, lying on the bed
Shivering in her sleep
Without that security backup
Without somebody to hold her
She's leaking at the seams
Amaya was here
No one came near
It didn't solve all my problems
And so the story ends
A naked traitor
ExperienceTouchExperience5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A silken thread,
A lovers hands,
A razors blade,
The clean, fresh air,
The bakers trade,
The tang of blood,
A sparrows chirp,
A babys gurgle,
An agonised scream,
The sweetness of water,
The wholeness of bread
The smog of a city,
A clear-lit sky,
An unfurled rose,
A dying day,
With hands unguided,
With ears uncovered,
With eyes unclouded,
With pure intention,
Experience the world as it truly can be.
Eat it upPick up your spoon,Eat it up5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at your plate,
Society served up on a platter.
Pan-fried effort on a bed of mashed appeal,
Served with aspired approval shredded over roasted failure.
Scoop it up,
Feel it slide down into your gut,
Lift your spoon and scoop again.
Spoon FeedingAlterationSpoon Feeding5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lick it up, boy
Youll enjoy it
Take it and inhale it
This is just how things are
Youre our creation
And were feeding you;
The Rose and The ThornI am the thornThe Rose and The Thorn6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the rose
You bring delight and joy to the hearts of thousands
While I draw blood
I came first, yet it holds no significance
Upon you arrival, your beauty surpassed me
All the knowledge I earned
You gained by default
Learning from my mistakes, you make none
Little Miss Perfect
Reaching for the sky, closer to the stars
I'm hidden in the shadow of your ambitions
"If only roses didn't have thorns."
It's all good for the upside, but how does the downside feel?
Enchanting the world with silky petals and a scent of heaven
A symbol for all things together, in love
While I draw blood
You are the rose
I am the thorn
I will always love youI will always love you2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I loved you so much
I cannot imagine being without you
How will I get through?
When there are no more words as such
I need to feel you here with me
Will you just stay here another day?
And just lay down in the grass with me
Please don't go away
It's what I need
I need to feel you within
Turn up the heat
Put me on top
No I won't stop
You control my brain
No need to explain
There's only the two of us
Me and you
Nothing more, nothing less
We are a pair
And I think about you everywhere
No matter how long we're apart
I will always love you with all my heart
Legend of Zelda: Essences of VirtueSetting: Hyrule Kingdom. Royal Study(for apprentices to be taught in).Legend of Zelda: Essences of Virtue3 weeks ago in Settings More Like This
Weaken the willpower of those of Hyrule indirectly by draining the good energies of the land
Use this weakening to indirectly weaken the Triforce of Courage by effecting its inhabitants
Gather the essences of evil in Hyrule at a single point
Causing the mentioned point to be at relatively the same location as the location the spirits were gathered to in the Power timeline(in Spirits' Memories)
Zelda: A friend of Link's, and the one to first recommend him to the mage that teaches him spells. She also grants him the Holy Water needed to reveal the hidden temples, as well as inform him of the locations.
Link: The Link for this game starts out as a scribe. Only equipped with a shield at first, being taught in the castle, chosen when Zelda's magic reacted to his presence, leading the two to quickly become friends.
Special Features for Link: For Link this time, he's bette
Creencias Roboticas¿Pueden los robots creer en Dios y rezarle?Creencias Roboticas3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Me pregunto un día un actor
No lo sé le conteste
¿Pueden los robots creer en Dios y rezarle?
Me preguntaba una vez un robot
No lo sé fue mi respuesta
¿Pueden los robots creer en Dios y rezarle?
Me pregunto un día cualquiera un Dios
Ed.: Entre la vida y la muerteEntre la vida y la muerte.Ed.: Entre la vida y la muerte3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
En los últimos días se está hablando mucho sobre la pena de muerte a raíz de la clara injusticia que se está cometiendo en Irán contra la vida de Shakine Mohammadí Ahstiani.
La verdad es que la pena de muerte es una de esas condenas que sirven para encubrir asesinatos en masa convirtiéndolos en muertes "legales".
Dijo Gandhi "Ojo por ojo y todo el mundo acabará ciego" y, señores, parece que esto es lo que está ocurriendo.
Los argumentos a favor de la pena de muerte son fácilmente rebatibles "Es la Ley de Dios", mentira; "Sirve como venganza para la familia de la víctima", el que busca venganza, cava dos tumbas; "Mantener a alguien preso cuesta dinero al estado", eso se solucionaría haciendo participar activamente a los presos en la cuestión de su subsistencia y en hacerles contribuir de algún modo a la sociedad; "Son peligrosos", existen otro tipo de condenas
Passing of the Dark MantleThe scream was heard throughout all four corners of Hyrule. Link had stabbed the Master Sword through the wound in Ganondorf's chest. "Your reign of Terror over Hyrule is over, monster!" Link proudly shouted as he yanked the sword out of Ganondorf. Suddenly, a blue Aura began to rise from Ganondorf's body and take form.Passing of the Dark Mantle2 years ago in Settings More Like This
It was a half-physical apparition of Zant, the false Twilit King. Raising his right arm, Zant smirked and slowly whispered "Foolish Man ." The sleeve over Zant's arm dropped, baring his right hand. Link and Zelda both gasped in shock. On the back of Zant's hand was the Triforce of Power. "...Did you really think I trusted him?" Zant asked. Without waiting for an answer, Zant tilted his head to one side before abruptly moving it to the other. A loud CRACK, followed by Zant's High-pitched maniacal laughter sounded as the Apparition of Zant Vanished. Ganondorf's eyes glazed over and he stopped moving.
A few minutes later, Princess Zelda turned to Link and said "We hav