Portal - ExileIt takes your mindPortal - Exile3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
You open your eyes. You are on the ground, choking poison and tears.
Seconds of pain force you to realise you are not dead. Not yet, at least but the air stays green and rotten with gasps, yelling for help, unheard.
Your mind is fuzzy the metal voice flows among the corpses, all around, by your side.
You must stay awake; you know it. You crawl on the black lines on the floor, clinging to the one and only idea that could ever save your life.
The door squeaks as it breaks open on an abyss. From the neurotoxin, you fall down into darkness, where the machinery spits out steam and the air, although stale like centuries, is harmless.
For today for today at least you are breathing.
Does it feel like a trial?
Ignoring her voice was not that hard.
GLaDOS' company may be annoying, but it does unveil interesting perspectives in the end, without even knowing, she gave you the right idea herself.
You sigh. Human intelligence sti
(Literally Naked) Truth."Mayor Johnson, is there any rational explanation as to why you're naked?"(Literally Naked) Truth.2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He gave me a look as if he were suggesting I was the middle aged man without clothes in the room.
"Sir, I received a call not more than an hour ago from your secretary. She was rather distressed"
"Oh! Elizabeth? What ever for, chief inspector?"
Then came the silence, and it smiled at me incredulously, daring me to test a sound from my throat. My mouth jumped hurdles of air; I must have been standing there for a minute with my jaw swinging and words dying, the corpses sliding off my lips. I probably looked like an aroused goldfish.
"Mr..." I was trying very hard to forget he was a 'mr' at this moment.
"...Boris, your receptionist was rather concerned when she came into your office to see you, and saw a lot more of you than she was hoping to..."
It was a newly modernised office besides the wall-long colonial era bookshelves; furniture that challenges the definition of 'chair' and 'desk', some confusing artworks hu
Marilyn Manson...Marilyn Manson...10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
What thought comes to mind when you hear the name, Marilyn Manson? Do you imagine a musician, or do you imagine a musician that is known as a bad influence? A weirdo? Maybe even a freak?
Well hopefully by the end of this lecture I can change that automatic reaction to this name.
I will back up, one by one, as many reasons as I can possibly think of, as to why Marilyn Manson is seen as an outsider or sadistic individual.
For those of you who may not be familiar with Brian Warner aka Marilyn Manson, He is the lead singer of the band Marilyn Manson. I will give you a short description of him.
A prejudice person's perceptive would be something like: He looks like a 'Goth'. He wears black clothes and wears pale make-up.
An open-minded, unbiased perceptive would be that: Marilyn Manson dresses unrestrictedly. He goes to the extreme. He wears black clothes; he has long black hair and does wear a lot of make up.
I recognize that maybe he is classed as an outsider
question9question93 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Is there such a thing as love for someone or is it all lust driven by our brains?
Sadness of a SmileWhat wept tearsSadness of a Smile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
from past events
does one need
where emotion is
deemed a discourse
of many sorrows
reflection in eyes
empty and hollow
the sadness of a smile
that only knows
where the remnants
of lost ghosts reside
One summer nightyour kissOne summer night1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it burned like cigarettes
against my lips
your hands traced
outlines of my cheeks
on my neck
on my hips
flutter of your eyelashes
against my cheeks
Clockwork MasqueSilence in the dust on the floorClockwork Masque2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
heavy drapes of velvet embraced in shadow
old candelabra hanging
forgotten and alone
Footsteps soft and mellow
a crickety shuffling
of rhythm in walking
arched over shadows by candle light moving
The old man of duty shuffled onwards
wearing frayed shirt of striped cotton
braces holding up trousers from the floor
away from the mouths of hungry mice
Ambling with actionable intent
he bent over the glass dome
in the centre of the ballroom
standing on an old table of rosewood
Inserting brass key into wooded slot
twist...and...twist...and twist again
until no more turns were needed
and looking down he thought about the past
Seeing the miniature scene again
of a ballroom coming to life
mirror image of the room he now stood in
mechanical gears moving with clicks and clacks
Under dome lights brightened
the sound of the orchestral waltz played on
as the dancers moved with clockwork grace
above a brass plaque inscribed: CLOCKWORK MASQUE - VENICE, '1875'
I'm Hurt InsideI'm Hurt Inside3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I want to live, I want to love
But there's only pain
I want to take, a leap of faith
But what can I gain?
I want to scream, I want to shout
I just want out
Please let it stop, my blood boils
I have a monster inside
At time's I'm close, I don't want to
Please don't leave me
The blade calls my name, I need a release
But I won't
I wonder, do I deserve this?
I'm tortured mentally
It's a surprise, that I'm still alive
And I guess I won't stop that
At least not yet
I'm hurt inside
and it just grows
AutophobiaNever point the finger inside.Autophobia5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
(I know where it goes)
Never let myself shine on the outside.
(Weakness shows, depression grows)
I've lost my direction
Have nowhere to go.
Fed hypocrisy from childhood
Shed tears for inadequacies belonging
To everyone but me.
Never point the finger inside
(I know where it goes)
Never let the heart shine outside.
(Weakness shows, anger grows)
Product of your enviorment, you told me to live
Then tried to kill me.
Where is my mind going, Could you please tell me?
Never point the finger inside
(At my heart)
Never let the anger outside.
(Inside a cancer grows)
ComatoseComatose4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
While stone was sleeping,
A mason tapped semaphore
desires, shaped his dream.
Used to FearI used to fearUsed to Fear2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I'd one day fade away
be nothing but dust
upon chaotic breeze
the sighs of breath
we call humanity
I used to fear
placing my hand in sunshine
with the sadness of twilight rain
the chambers of my unused heart
like an abandoned gutter
choked with decaying leaves
I used to fear
people's wry smiles
as they passed me by
on windy streets
my hair entangled and bedraggled
with the scent of exhaust
of moving cars
perfume I lived by
I used to fear
the coming of night
after the false serenity
of magical sunsets
the glow miasmic
before calling forth starkly
the clarity of cold stars
I used to have fear
of the world
such lies in
receptions of sounds
light fabricating promises
that most don't live by
I saw the fish
that swam in the desert
an aquarium tank
the glittered scales
of beauty in motion
with hypnotic intent
eyes large and orbital
no judgement for me
its vision was clear
we regarded each other
there was no fear
in my appr
KeepsakesKeepsake boxKeepsakes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of intricate design
made from rosewood
with lacquered sides
patterns that seem
to have no start
well oiled lid
held with brass hinges
opens under pressure
of thumb and finger
a prism of light
of greens and blues
and ocean wilds
trees older than
any human alive
people that walk
the worlds lands
and one of them
pauses for a moment
and looks up to the sky
a feeling of being
Untitled Tiger Project Part 1Untitled Tiger Project Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The strange feeling came over the tigress Penumbra once again. Her paws tingled, her charcoal hair rose as if electrified, and her body felt faintly as if it were being constricted by the air around her. She flicked her ears in irritation, but she was too used to the phenomenon to express actual alarm. She didn't even bother to raise her head off of her single broad foreleg. The sensation would pass, as it always did, and she paid little mind to it.
It was the water leaking from the rusted pipe above her head that caught her interest, though. She had been absent-mindedly watching the pure water fall, drop by drop, from the peripherals of her vision. Now the rhythmic, predictable dripping slowed until it stopped. Then, in defiance of every law of fluid dynamics that Penumbra knew, the drops of water began to rise from the floor and slip back into the pipe. Penumbra stiffened and swivelled her head to watch.
A New FeelingA New Feeling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your hair glows like the purest snow
on a cold pale night
Your eyes linger on my lips
begging, inviting me with the fire in your eyes
A new feeling bursts into my body, I feel it down to the core
I'm falling for you, everyday even more
Thinking about you, so far away
Waiting, I feel so alone
I finally found someone, and hes already gone
I will see him again, the day will come
and when I do, we will become one
I was tempted, with that look in your eyes
That fiery gaze, with it I could die
My lips met yours, and it was so sweet
Savory and sinister, soon again we will meet...
twisted passion behind all of itSee, they are both playing this game,they are both bad people.An unstoppable force and an immovable object, neither can win. Even though he thinks he's better at this game than she is,she's making it clear that he's playing the victim but he's just as guilty as she is.She wants to see him suffer,she wants to crash him,she wants to see him in pain.They are mutually destructive,muder-suicide type stuff going on here.twisted passion behind all of it1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
He's just like her, bad news. They fell in love and are each punishing the other because they can't really help it. He wants to get back to her for hurting him, but he'd still give up everything for her.
She knows that her love for him is going to be held against her.She wants to make him regret ever meeting her.
Because nobody steals her heart,let alone breaks it!
His goal is to damage her much as he can, he sounds like such a sadist.
But he loves her.And she loves him.And they won't leave this path of destruction,they won't stop until the other i
FeelfeelFeel2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
which wants to
when all else
close those pretty
of the overwhelming
that you owe
and everyone else
and just be
Weight of GeniusWeight of Genius3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
WARNING: May collapse
under weight of own genius
at any moment
Crying into WindTo standCrying into Wind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into the face
of the wind
is salt tears
in the dust
on your face
can help dry
and also fill
with the scent