These Four White WallsThere is a room where I belongThese Four White Walls3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where no souls may enter
Where no one can hear my cries
These four white walls
Reveal nothingness and abandonment
I was always the girl on the sidelines
Where all I could do was watch from a distance
While you shared your warmth with another
These four white walls
Reflect my empty world and forgotten wishes
I wish you would reach out to me
As I reached to you when I broke
Can you see the stitches through my torment?
These four white walls
They may as well be padded to forget my sanity
You said nothing would change when I left
These four white walls
I've become hidden from the world
These four white walls
You've disappeared; please, find me once more
These four white walls
White just won't do
These four white walls
Be my brush and return, and my love for you will be my palette
Help me rid myself of these white walls of suffering
Our Flag Was Still ThereMarch 9, 1862. 7:00 AMOur Flag Was Still There3 years ago in Historical More Like This
As my fellow crew members and I saw sat wearily eating our breakfasts of hardtack and coffee, the events of the last few hours raced through my mind. The day before had been fraught with tension thanks to the menace of the rebel ironclad Merrimac. No one had ever seen anything quite like her before. Armored like a turtle with metal impervious to our shelling and belching black smoke through her large smokestack, she reminded me most of the coal trains back in Pennsylvania. But the ship known to the rebels as the Virginia was instead a deadly machine of war. Our ship, the USS Minnesota, managed to avoid the Merrimac's wrath by heading for shallower waters, but we accidently grounded ourselves near the banks of the James River in the process. Fortunately, darkness fell before she could attack and she and her companions returned to port in rebel-controlled Norfolk, Virginia. We spent most of the night with th
The Marvelous Misadventures of Robert E. LeeThe Marvelous Misadventures of Robert E. Lee3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
History is not just names and dates. It's about people as well. But often, while studying their accomplishments and failures, the humanity of historical figures is lost. Robert E. Lee was known for his military actions, but he was more than a general. He was a man, and a complex one at that.
Called the "Marble Model" at West Point, Lee is universally remembered for his quiet dignity as well as his generalship of the Confederate army. He came from fine breeding, received superb scores and no demerits at West Point, and was admired both by his troops and Americans of generations to come. As shown in the documentary, Robert E. Lee, however, that's not all there was to him. From the moment he was born, he yearned to shine. He was a family man and a romantic who had struggled to win the heart of his wife, Mary. He was ambitious and always strove to be the best. He was a workaholic and could be organized to a fault. He hated insubordination and he could be short-tempered and frightening when
Internet FriendsInternet friends are fake, unreal, untrustworthy.Internet Friends7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Parents say , “Don't give your information
to someone who may do something dirty!
They're liars, evil and rapist in waiting.
Their compliments and gifts
are just another form of baiting.”
I'd like to think that we judge without
getting to know,
what happens on the other side of the mouse.
Internet friends are there when we're alone,
till 2 a.m on weeknights,
chatting with us until the pain is gone.
They're always there to confide,
when we're sometimes
on the verge of suicide.
Pulling us through our depression,
begging us not to relapse,
not to succumb to our regressions.
“Get help, not attention,” they'll tap in chat,
as a response of a picture,
that'll show our wrists all hatched.
Sometimes it's the little things they do for us,
like sending “You're amazing” “You're beautiful”,
“You're so full of love.”
They encourage us at times when our “friends” don't,
Skyracer German Chapter 11. Kapitel: Sprung über die BrückeSkyracer German Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Das Donnern schwerer Motoren zerriss die Stille über dem nächtlichen Berlin. Im Licht einer Straßenlaterne wartete eine Gruppe Motorradfahrer in dunklen Lederjacken neben ihren Maschinen auf weitere Fahrer. Schmale, schattenhafte Gestalten erschienen zwischen den verfallenen Gebäuden oder schlichen sich aus den umliegenden Wohnungen nach draußen, hungrige Straßenkinder, erschöpfte Fabrikarbeiter, arbeitslose Jugendliche, ein paar Männer, die es irgendwie geschafft hatten, alt zu werden. Sie alle drängten sich zusammen am Straßenrand, und unterhielten sich leise. Der Schrei eines Säuglings übertönte das dumpfe Gemurmel der Wartenden und hier und da klimperten Münzen. Wer genau hinhörte, erfasste vielleicht Worte wie: Drei auf Rust" oder zehn auf die Queen."
Plötzlich brachte das Röhren eines weiteren Motorrads die Wartenden in Bewegung. Jubel
Don't Call Me NamesDoreen picked herself up from the ground, dusted herself off and carefully straightened the sleeves of her jacket.Don't Call Me Names1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She ignored the sucking gurgling noise of the girl still lying twitching on the ground at her feet, seemingly oblivious to the crawling mass of spiders that enveloped her supine frame completely. Each was deliberately dragging sticky lines of silk around her body, gradually immobilizing her where she lay.
"You should be glad you called me 'Spider Fingers', and not 'Ravenous Raven Beak' or something a little more deadly."
Doreen stopped preening herself, satisfied that her tumble in the dust had left no permanent marks and considered her erstwhile attacker.
"You really are useless as a bully, aren't you?"
She realized talking to the now barely moving cocoon before her was practically useless, and considered leaving her laying there, watching the patch of white fibrous fabric suck in and blow out of the hole where the girl's mouth would be.
Vengeful though she was, Doreen wa
Haters are Gonna HateHaters are Gonna Hate3 years ago in Letters More Like This
Haters are gonna hate
Some people in their lives will have haters stalk them ,send them hate mail,
make their friends stab them in their backs, and make others hate them with their lies, pretty much try to hurt them in any possible way that they can...
If this sounds like you, well then listen up your not alone,
around the world there are people like us that seem to get hate all the time and
enemies,,, , why do you get them and what can you do?
Well first of all we get haters for these reasons
1) We have a talent
2) you're a people person
3) others like you
4) Your life is successful
5) you feel good about yourself
And last but not least
6) You have something they want
That is pretty much the summary of why we get haters….
Most of the time, it is best to ignore, after all there will always be people who will envy you.
Unfortunately, when you get a pro hater, in other words a hater that really hates your guts and has the evil skills of making you miserable, that
It Was A DayIt was a day a little bit like todayIt Was A Day2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way the clouds threw shadows over the hill
the day you realized that you weren’t going to find your future.
You were never going to go to Mars
You were never going to open the door that led, inexorably, to Narnia
(or even Telmar, you weren’t picky, and you were confident of your ability
to lead the revolution.)
Inigo Montoya was not going to slap you on the back
and invite you to take up the mantle of the Dread Pirate Roberts.
There would be no sardonic Vulcans or Andorians;
you would never be handed an elegant weapon for a more civilized age.
That was a strange day.
It ranked up there with the day that you realized that everybody else saw the you in the mirror, not the you inside your head. Not the you that was lean and tough and clever, not the you with perfect hair and a resonant voice that never said “Um….?”
Not that you.
No, they got the one that was fat and wobbly and stiff inside with
TexturesThe world is made up of all texturesTextures3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
There are those we can find with the skin
Ones that are easily seen by the naked eye
And those we can find only by the soul within
The ceramic cup is smooth and glossy
A honey scent sways from steaming tea
Those that drink with pinky out feel classy
Tea feels warm and like a welcomed embrace
When I touch your face
When I grasp your hands
I feel the sweet kindness inside
I know where the concern stands
But when you touch my own face
When my hands would be enveloped by your own
Can you feel the scars inside?
Can you feel the pain that brings me down?
The ceramic cup became rough and worn
A scent is gone and steam faded cold
The one that drank lost their class
Tea having disappeared in days of old
GettysburgGettysburg6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You marched into the starry night,
prepared for war beneath the moon.
You always fought for what you believed to be right,
knowing death could come to you soon.
Morning arrives and brings the sun,
and you are prepared to fire at blue.
You gaze down the barrel of your borrowed gun,
for every shot you take brings freedom closer to you.
Across the field, your brother sees
a Confederate boy behind stone.
But you take aim and fire through the trees,
and now that Union boy is gone.
At the battle's end, one soldier finds another...
a Union boy, shot in the heart...
and beside him lays your brother.
Calm within the stormEimi was used to being stared at. Since childhood her life had seemed to be trapped at the center of a thunderous storm. Eimi's earliest memories were of standing besides her mother; a rampaging whirlwind of people and paper flew at her from every which way. Her mother, elegant and poised, would gracefully maneuver herself through the fury of chaos. Satsu's every movement was seamless as the world around her exploded and shattered. She was the ever present calm within the storm.Calm within the storm2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But it wasn't just being constantly surrounded by her mother's world that helped Eimi acclimate to the suffocating disorder that followed her. Being the first born daughter of the Mikokage tended to get one noticed. Everyone knew that by tradition the mantle of leader would one day fall upon her shoulders. Naturally that meant even Eimi emanated a tempest of her own long before inheriting the title from her mother. Eimi grew to expect it. She accepted that where ever she went, if there was a crowd, she was like
Rivalry of the MoonRivalry of the Moon4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rivalry of the Moon
I had snuck out my bedroom window and dropped to the ground on all-fours. Dashing away from my landing spot, I quickly located my bike in the moon-lit gloom. I then gripped the handle bar with hands not quite made for it and awkwardly pedaled away.
I lived in the country, on a 92 acre ranch. It was a lot of fun living there, riding horses and herding cattle. I got lots of exercise.
After pedaling past open pasture and wooded forest I reached my destination point. A large culvert under the road. I jumped off my bike, walked it over to the culvert, and climbed inside. There was my best friend, grinning at me. "There you are, Archie!" He said. "I was starting to get worried."
I grinned, my teeth glinting in the moon. "Were you really, David?"
"No," He said, also grinning. "I know you're always just fine in the dark, creepy night. Unlike me."
David was just about the minimum requirement for being brave enough to go outside in the night by himself. Besides being brave, h
wade liberation warwade liberation war2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
The Ghosts of AntietamThe Ghosts of AntietamThe Ghosts of Antietam3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was hallowed ground well, is hallowed ground. Haunted ground, if anything; my grandfather always said that the spirits still fought across the land, kept the grass as bloodstained and dirty as the day those 23,000 men lost their lives.
Pick 'em up and put 'em down again and watch the miles roll on
I could see the sea of grass clear as day. Steady rain kept falling; nobody else was at the memorial this day. The only reason I was there was because of the funeral, after all, for my boss insisted that I stayed out of the office for at least another week to grieve. What he doesn't understand is that I absorb my grief within doing things. I cannot sit around in sorrow; I have to bury it in something, for I am a man of sustenance, not of idleness. What compelled me to drive over forty miles into the state of Maryland that day was far beyond even my own comprehending, however.
How many miles, how many fears
Fairy Fest Week 8 Haiku entrySplashes of RainbowFairy Fest Week 8 Haiku entry3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Soft petals dance in the wind
Laughter and merry
Bright blooms the springtime
Eating, laughing, and singing
Under warm colors
Sweet scents foat about
Gracefully drifting downward
Friends happily play
Fever is rising
Passion burns colorful hues
New life paints the world
'Come join us' they say
Friends, lovers, all be welcomed
We are Fairy Tail
20 Reasons Why I Hate Twilight1) It's poorly written. Stephen King can back me up on SMeyer being a horrible writer.20 Reasons Why I Hate Twilight5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2) Those are not vampires, they're sparkly fags. And by fag, I don't mean gay, I mean fag.
3) Edward is a 107 year old virgin. Can you say pathetic?
4) Bella has no redeeming qualities; she's a very weak main character. Physically she isn't strong. She can't run away right even; she trips too much. She's not smart, either, she's almost brain dead (come on, how long did it take her to figure out Edward was a vampire again?). She's not very pretty. She's not nice; she treats her friends horribly, and wants nothing to do with normal boys who aren't monsters. Somehow, everyone loves her, despite all this, which only makes her even more dislikable.
5) There is no plot. Or, if there is, it was so small I missed it.
6) Edward is abusive and a stalker.
7) Bella has absolutely no opposition to Edward stalking her. (In Buffy the Vampire slayer, Buffy tells Angel that girls don't like being stalked. She actuall
The Bells- Lost StanzaHear the dinking Taco Bells-The Bells- Lost Stanza7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
What a searing pain of hunger their appearance now compels.
On the TV loud and bare
The commercials in the air
Make my stomach shift and hunger twist and groan.
For every sound that floats
From the hunger in my throat
Is a moan.