Beach GlassBeach Glass4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
A girl approached a bus warily. She had never been on one before, not a transit. It was a three hour tedious ride and one she wasn't looking forward to. She hated rides by herself. She just wanted to get home.
Boarding across from her, shakily making her way up the steps was a disheveled old woman. She was scraggly and frail; the kind society views with disdain. It was clear she had just been shaven or perhaps a worse procedure done to her, for her hair was falling out. Face ashen, ears shriveled, she sat down across from the girl.
A child toddled tearfully behind the old woman, a beautiful long brown braid down to her back. She was wearing a pink dress, had on a dainty little sunhat. She strode towards the old woman and embraced her, drinking in the moment with her.
They were both crying. The girl could note the child was quite young. The embrace they shared was very familiar to her, reminding her of the many times she was enveloped in h
EuropeEurope10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
So different from east to west.
But one thing keeps us all together.
Our history and our past.
We keep it alive, in memory and in the architecture.
It tells the story of our continent.
So many countries together.
All with their history and stories.
To tell and show.
A continent rich in history.
We have had the most in history.
But a continent that no matter different religion and culture.
In the end we are all equal.
From east to west.
From the north to the south.
We cherished and remember our history.
No matter what, Europe faced history together in away.
No matter if the EU exist or not, something I seen.
We a continent that no matter the difference keeps together.
And why I love it so much, to just see a different culture so close to each other.
For despite us being different, we are a continent that in the end are quite alike.
For it is Europe and nothing can change that!
Easy to break...I seem hard toEasy to break...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to tear down
seems so hard
to break me,
it's too easy,
I'm already broken,
so a little more...
what would that do?
nothing? that's what
it would push
me over, shatter me
it's too easy
to break me apart,
it seems as if
it would be so hard
but it's been done
it's so easy to break
yet so hard to fix.
the shattered pieces,
a piece at a time...
it's so easy to
break a person
to tears, to the limit,
so why should I
be any different?
yes, it seems hard,
but it's easy
grab your taunts
throw them my way,
shatter my dreams,
and I'll bleed,
it seems so hard
but really to break
a person down,
is all too easy...
Tomorrow Is Another DayHow can I dreamTomorrow Is Another Day3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I'm hurt?
How can I smile
When I'm dirt?
How can I hope
When I'm forgotten?
How can I be
When I'm nothing?
I don't know how
But there are some things
That you just have to do
If not for yourself
Then for someone close
I don't know if these words
Will impact you, or set an impression
But take this advice
From an old cutter
It gets better, even if your life has melted like butter
You're not forgotten
You're always in someone's mind
You're not dirt
Cause to someone you shine
There is still hope for you
Even if your dream is broken
I noticed that
When the girl I loved, came even closer
Don't hurt yourself today
Cause you never know
Gathering DarkGathering Dark3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the sun has a smile
angry - weeping - red passion
the sky wears a grin
SV Chapter 6 War is WarChapter 6SV Chapter 6 War is War3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Pinkie Pie: War is war
The rising sun was like fire. It was blazing without the heat and burning without the flames, bathing the landscape in red. The whole scene had the appearance of a sunset in reverse. Creeping towards a sleepy village, the glowing light slid over the mountains and hills, scorching the fields and trees. However, as the stalking light reached the Everfree forest, clouds began to move in, black and grey claws grasping for the glowing orb. A tiny sliver was all the reached the village before the clouds snuffed it out like a dying candle.
The village of Ponyville was in as sorry a state as ever. A year had passed since the war that had caused the worst of the damages but still they lingered like an unattended wound. Some attempts at repairs had been made, boards hammered over holes, debris swept from the streets, but otherwise they had been left to fester and putrefy. Time had also taken its toll, but it was secondary
Ashes Of TomorrowAshes Of Tomorrow3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ashes Of Tomorrow
I can destroy what I create
If I really, and truly wanted to
I can light these feelings ablaze
If I didn't want anymore support from you
I barely stop myself time and time again
I realize there's a sense of cruelty in all of us
It's just that feeling, everything might be in vain
When tempted at breaking down those barriers of trust
To jeopardize all of the triumphs
I want to be the one who is blamed
The fire will reach the sky, and become my guidance
I want to be swallowed by my own inner, selfish flames
I sit behind the scenes of my friendships
Alone, with a fake smile on my face
That old feeling of loneliness is tempting
Cold, but the embers will soon burn me away
Ashes paint the sky / I'm the phoenix at fault
My flames roar as I cry / As all hope finally falls
I need to get back at myself
Delivering a fiery vengeance
I know that I don't deserve anyone else
As all of the bridges simultaneously start burning
I wanted to erase what I made
And I tr
SV Chapter 4 War is ComplicatedChapter 4SV Chapter 4 War is Complicated4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Rarity: War is Complicated
Everything was still. Slightly hunched over a decorative red sandalwood desk she sat in a chair made of finely polished pink ivory with luxurious crimson velvet cushions. The papers on the desk were neatly stacked to the left while a single book titled "Flying Colors" took its residence on the right. Exactly five inches in front of the book was an antique vase that dated back 586 years. The vase was plain but along its rim was a lovely scene of couples walking through a thriving park. Pure white orchids had nestled in the relic, their clean blooms head high. Lined at the front of the desk's polished surface were a row of five pens, all black but each engraved with a different type of gem, perfectly parallel with the one next to it. Nothing moved. Not even her.
Her arms were propped up on the desk, gloved in pure black, and her hands sat folded together, the lovely slender fingers entwined. Beneath the sandalwood s
An Ode to the DreamerAn ode to the dreamer,An Ode to the Dreamer3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who gave up the dream
I salute you
Don't worry, I understand
You see; I did it as well
So here's to the accountant,
who wanted to play basketball
An ode to the CEO,
who is really a dancer
Here's to the farmer,
who should have been on Broadway
Here's to you
Because I know
That when you gave it up
When you surrendered
You had your fingers
crossed behind your back
Let Me KnowIf you love me, let me knowLet Me Know3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I don't mean to beg
But please don't let me go
If you don't want me, tell me now
I'll be able to handle it
Even if I don't know how
If you don't want to see me, give it to me straight
I'll walk out of your life
But I'll never forget your face
If you want my friendship, don't be afraid to ask
I'm willing to move forward
The rest is in the past
Just let me know what it is you want
And I'll be happy to do so
To me your happiness means so much
I'm willing to let you go
SV Chapter 3 War is WrongChapter 3SV Chapter 3 War is Wrong4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Fluttershy: War is Wrong
The sky was the color of murky water and the ground was like an open grave. The mud was moist with thick sweat and even thicker blood that bubbled up if even the slightest pressure was applied. People were screaming, oh were they screaming. Some people were afraid and others were in excruciating torment, the kind of torment you feel when you look down and see your insides sliding out of your body. Sometimes there were screams of fear because they didn't know what had happened and where they were; only that they hurt and they wanted someone to make the hurting stop. Sometimes there was fear because they knew where they were and what was happening and they just didn't want to be there. They wanted to be five again and to run to their mother's arms because they were afraid. The terrible sounds were everywhere; the air itself seemed to be in pain. Yet still the guns fired and the people ran forward. People still killed and people still f
SV Chapter 2 War is BuisnessChapter 2SV Chapter 2 War is Buisness4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Applejack: War is Business
The trees were pathetic. Most of them were dead or dying without the care and nourishment they had been receiving for years before. They had even given up on bearing fruit. Only a dozen trees still provided bounty and they were tasteless shells of the gleaming jewels they had once been. Fed only by water and the suffocating smoke of industry, it was a miracle even these trees still stood. This land that had once been a farm of the most delicious apples for miles around had fallen into hard times, only to rise into a different kind of farming. The farming of steel and bronze. The farming of offense and defense. The farming of war machines. That's the kind of farm Sweet Apple Acres was now.
The Barn, which had once been filled with the sounds of content cows, now echoed with the sounds of unwilling metal and the harsh shouts of man. The smell of iron and sweat was always heavy in the air, as though the very walls ha
SV Chapter 5 War is....well, hell if I knowChapter 5SV Chapter 5 War is....well, hell if I know4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Rainbow Dash: War is ..well, hell if I know!
The weather had been strange. With each passing day the clouds grew thicker, darker, and heavier. A few months back they had been white, beautiful and scattered sparsely throughout the true blue. Now it was as though there was no sky at all, just a large mass of gloomy haze. Then there were days when there wasn't a cloud in sight but still everything felt off. The sky wasn't the same blue and the sun the sun was the strangest of them all. It seemed too dim but too bright, too warm yet too cold. And the way it hung, no, the way it dragged through the sky was almost eerie. Sure the nights had been strange as well; the clouds would almost completely disperse and the moon shown brighter and larger in the sky, but it didn't have the same edginess the days had.
Today was one of those cloudy days and soaring through the grey sky was a young seraph. Her speed was too high for casual loitering a
After SilenceI am not alone.After Silence6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am not broken.
I can heal.
I remember always being told,
You'll die alone when you grow old.
And if you're feeling lonely today,
You'll never truly be okay.
It's wrong, these feelings that you feel,
And your perception isn't real.
Trust no one; trust yourself even less.
Built up fears and anxieties; God, what a mess.
How can you expect to win this fight,
If you can't make it through the night?
I heeded this advice.
Living in fear,
Never knowing if I would make it,
From one day to the next.
I saw the only one to save me,
And so, driven to madness,
Choked by fear,
I gave up on myself.
I hid from all I knew.
I have worked my way from
Yet with each leap of faith,
And with each hurdle,
I yearn for stable ground.
Mountains to me appear to others
As baby steps.
I know now not to fall for that trap.
Ignorance is Blind (56)You whisper five sweet words,Ignorance is Blind (56)3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Then back up six more steps.
You notice all the birds,
But blind, pass o'er the clouds.
Going on you say you're sad,
That you're worried and upset
But then I must be mad-
You're fine when you're with them.
I'm beautiful you say-
Much prettier than them.
Then why is it everyday,
I see you over there?
Maybe you aren't lying,
And maybe it is so.
But why are you not trying,
To see these tears of mine?
Unlikely Union Chapter 06Bulma walked all over the Capsule Corp grounds looking for the injured prince. The labs, the 400G gravity room, the residence she looked everywhere and was not successful in finding him. Did he just take off?Unlikely Union Chapter 064 years ago in Romance More Like This
After a few hours, Bulma finally gave up hope. She wanted to give him a piece of her mind for disobeying her when she point-blank told him to stay there until he was given the all-clear to leave. Her stomach was empty and growling her parents had probably already eaten dinner. Even so, she headed towards the kitchen for some much-needed food. She found that only her mother was still there. Mrs. Brief was busy cleaning up the dishes from the meal that had already been served.
"Oh dear, we were wondering where you had wandered off to. We missed you at dinner," said Mrs. Brief.
"Mom, have you seen Vegeta?" Bulma asked, getting right to the point.
"Isn't he still in the medical
These demons, they haunt meThese demons, they haunt meThese demons, they haunt me10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
These monsters, they scare me
The shadows are empty
It’s quiet tonight
Curling in bed, I try to fit in
Even now, alone, I still have to try
Who am I really?
I’ve lost my sense of identity
Though I’m not sure if I ever had one
Friends are dying off, not in the physical sense
But they’re dead to me, and I don’t know if they’re ever coming back
Maybe they’re not the ones who died
It could’ve been me
Maybe that’s why these days feel so hard
I’ve lost myself, and all I knew of the world along with it
Haunting memories hurt a lot
People always say they’re there for you
They’re just being nice
I’d rather have them be honest, and say the truth -
They only care about me because they feel a need to make up for their insecurities
By being a good person
I know that you mean well
We had a little bonding time, and that was good
I wish I could have given you one last embrace
Creepypasta: The Perfect FamilyCreepypasta: The Perfect FamilyCreepypasta: The Perfect Family1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am…who? Who am I? I must be human. After all, I am shaped like a human. I have a head, a body, two arms, two legs, and I stand erect. There are many paintings in my home that God made of me, back before God left me one day and never returned. I don’t know where God went or why He hasn’t come back yet. But in all His paintings I look like a human, and He painted me doing human things. It is because He painted me as a human that I began to think and act on my own. Yes, I think like a human. It is this endless thinking that we humans do that made me realize I needed a family.
God made me stand in one spot all day while he painted me. He would put my wooden arms and legs into various poses and paint me running, reacting to something, in repose, and so on. Sometimes God would talk to himself. But sometimes He would talk to me too, saying how important I was to his creative process. He said he wouldn’t be able to paint at all without
End RemembranceEnd Remembrance3 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
4617546175 "Another Gearwheel In The System"461754 years ago in Emotional More Like This
The human race sure is a spectacle when observing Earth without its existence. Human innovation has taken the Earth by storm. As Earth, as nature, preceded humanity, humans are essentially a cog in the emergent, symbiotic system we call the Cosmos. There is no such thing as isolation. Life Existence is built upon relationship. The relationship with the tree, the body, the bird, your mind, ideas, and the list goes on. The relationship is limitless. The very fact of relationship being the foundation of all existence means that the individual is in the collective; the collective is the individual.
The individual is the droplet of the ocean of existence But, the very fact that it is an ocean means that every droplet is essential in itself as well as the rest of the ocean. In this, Responsibility is recognized. You are not only responsible for yourself but also your relationships. Compassion is the bread and butter of responsibility and mo
My Dream Not SoI have a dream...My Dream Not So3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
About a hundred or two.
And they seem to revolve
Around one person- You.
I want to get married,
To have a few kids.
Then smile at the camera
Kick back, and live.
In all honesty though,
I have to admit-
I want to have freedom
The chance to just quit.
To see the whole world,
Ten countries or more.
And fly through the mountains
With dangers galore.
If I can't have that
I'd certainly settle
Near someone who listens,
But never would meddle.
And if I couldn't-
Have something so small,
I'd rather have you
Than nothing at all.
For in this thoughtful
Yet sad strand of rhyme,
I just have to realize
One dream at a time.
So I'll go watch,
See you living my dreams.
'Cuz nothing is right in this
Reality it seems.