When you die,
how do you want to
reach that destination?
Will you arrive there
having served your purpose,
for some kind of awesome cause?
Will you go down in history with shining
honor and glory?
Or will you end it,
halfway through your story?
Will you spend your time,
serving and dying for your country?
Or frowned upon while you're dead,
because you created chaos for it instead?
The way I want to die
is by doing something worthwhile.
And that little something
is serving as Jesus Christ's child.
Love And HateLove And Hate4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love and hate
are two emotions that you can't separate
They're both strong emotions
that causes a lot of commotions
But your mind is thinking
slower than you are blinking
Listen to me
'cause I am the key
to your understanding of the two words:
Love and hate
So next time you see a group of people,
Haters over there
And lovers over here.
First LoveFirst Love2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was the beginning of fall
in the year 2008
It was the start at a new school
but all I got were
these feelings of hate.
I felt lonely
with a hint of sadness.
And it wasn't till I met this girl
that I felt glad.
Her warm smile and hugs
brought me so much joy.
We had so many memories
and whenever we'd hang out,
my heart felt like the cavalry.
It took a little while for me,
to understand these feelings
that I had for her.
And like that,
I soon realized
that she was my first love.
A Little Help - 01The rain wasn't helping the situation. It was bad enough that Loopa's ear piece wasn't waterproof, but Shadow was constantly wiping the raindrops from his visor. He glanced back at her, only to turn away again and sigh as he saw her left eye was still an ellipsis, his fingers drumming on the rail he was leaning against. Tapping his earpiece, he switched between frequencies, listening to the various members of SMILE who were on this mission.A Little Help - 012 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Delta Team were originally set this mission. A routine clear out turned out to be a full on hostage situation. MOLOCH was directly involved, and something like this was just too juicy for Shadow to pass up. When he'd received the call from Loopa, he gathered the best soldiers he could find to help win this fight. There was just one thing that was bugging him.
Loopa had called that soldier Frigate. She knew him, and it was driving Shadow mad just to think that there was something he didn't know. He glanced back one last time, and fortunately she was
RevengeRevenge2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They say that revenge is,
a dish best served cold.
But does that mean
to simply act as I've been told?
For I'd rather become
masqueraded from those,
that I am enacting my
bloody vengeance upon.
And after it is done,
I'll continue to carry on,
so I can live my life,
the way that I want to.
But just remember that
revenge is a curse,
'Cause there'll always be
someone that'll want you
to end up in a hearse.
Tired Mind = An Un-creative Title (SMILE Poem)Tired Mind = An Un-creative Title (SMILE Poem)2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They told us that we'd be okay,
that we'd be alright.
but by the time we all realized,
that it was just a lie; a stained veil,
we were all oppressed and became a giant mess.
Life became dull; colorless with a hint of fear,
with no hope of a revival,
like that of a glorious phoenix,
rising from the fire, flames and ashes.
Death and punishment intoxicated
and permeated all elements residing in the air,
all throughout the streets of the world.
But after three long and hard decades,
arose a group of individuals,
of unique histories, skills and traits
all because of this evil menace
that held false promises with the world.
And this group's sole purpose in life,
is to bring back hope,
with a promise of protecting society.
all they want to see
are the smile on the people's faces
just like how they were,
back when life was simply bliss.
And one day it'll happen,
but not for a while.
It'll be a day
when life is a lot brighter.
but until that very day,
we'll just have to wait and SMILE.
Wages of WarWages of War2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There's a price for
Anything and everything.
And war is a costly item,
not just the objects within it,
but what must be given up
to obtain it and control it,
because it really doesn't matter
if you win it
or get left defeated.
It's the reason why
we have scores of rows
filled with our dead,
it's the reason why
we have broken families
who live in
a slightly less empty home.
It's the reason why
the men and women
Can't forget events,
like their dead buddies
or the screams in the night,
As they continued to fight.
War is full of hate
But the hardest thing to ask,
and the hardest thing to do, is:
When is it over,
and how do we end it?
Promise Me Part 1Promise MePromise Me Part 12 years ago in Settings More Like This
Shadow sat in the back of a shipping truck container, surrounded by several of his fellow agents. The truck jerked at every bump causing Shadow to bounce around in his seat. Next to him sat Skipper, her face was scrunched up in irritation and discomfort. He took her hand, his thumb stroking the top of her hand. She shot him a smile, mood lifted, paying little attention to the others around them.
The truck suddenly jerked to a stop, causing several groans. The door of the truck's container opened, shinning light over the agents. Several of them covered their eyes until their eye's adjusted.
"We're here," a gruff man spoke.
JeSter let go of Shadow's hand and stood up, "Ripley go to the Rebel's medical post and help there. Loopa you and Ray set up at the communication base. Cupcake and Blitz secure the perimeter of the city. Shadow you're with me."
"Aye, ma'am," was coursed through the group as they climbed out of the truck one-by-one.
Shadow took his old rifle off his ba
Agent 13 DossierAgent 13 Dossier2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dossier: Agent 13
Name: Han Hyo-jean
Preferred name: Q
Code Name: "Sniper Q"
P.O.B : London, England
D.O.B : Classified
Body Structure: Lean with a solid build
Hair Color: Black
Other traits: Usually works alone unless told otherwise. He spends most of the time either cleaning his gun or sleeping and very rarely socializes with the other agents.
Rank: SGT. First Class
Armor/armor class: (refer to preview pic) Light
Specialty: Force Recon/Sniper
- 12x magnification scope
- Silencer w/ cold rounds
- Armor Piercing Rounds
- Colt 1911
-Silencer w/ cold rounds
- RQ-16 T-Hawk (UAV)
- Fragmentation Grenades
- Trip wire explosives
None at all. All of Q's capabilities come from his skill, experience, and sheer determination. The only software he has is his computer, mobile device and com links.
Many would have to say that Q
Frigate - Basic InfoFrigate - Basic Info2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Known name: Frigate
Rank: None Required
P.O.B: Lower Mensa, Canada
Build: Rather skinny, but still in shape
Eyes: Red, with a light blue reflective pupil
Works for: Bones
Distinguishing features: Frigate is an albino, and so his white hair, pale skin & red eyes are rather striking. He tries to disguise it by putting a blue or green hair dye at his roots, telling people that his hair has been made that way.
Has the Bio Hazard symbol tattooed on various parts of his body, as well as on several items of clothing. He does this as a joke, apparently, to annoy Bones.
Psychological Notes: After much observation, it has been deduced that Frigate shows symptoms of Psychopathy, and it has been accepted that he is a Clinical Psychopath. Psychopathy is a personality disorder that has been various
The Major's Past: The First MeetingThe First MeetingThe Major's Past: The First Meeting2 years ago in Settings More Like This
The streets were bare aside from a handful of people walking about as snow fell from the sky. Black-armored men walked up and down the sidewalks, gun in their hands. Their grips tightened on the stocks of the gun when lone walkers passed by, ready to stop any…trouble.
A teen boy with an old cello case on his back walked along the streets, head down and avoiding the armed men. Snow stuck to his shaggy brown hair as he tugged a ragged jacket closer to his body. He then pulled a thin scarf to cover his face; once done his hands went to his pocks.
After a few minutes he stopped in front of a rundown apartment building and took his right hand out of its warm home and on to a scanning pad on the wall next to a blast door. The light above the scanning pad changed from a red to a green and the door slid open. Walking in the teen shook the snow out of his hair and off his person. After most of the snow was off he made his way to and up a flight of stairs
On the forth floor lan