CaramiziuSuflete tari, suflete reci și suflete de sticlă. Cel mai mult îmi plac sufletele de cărămidă. Sunt și tari și reci și portocalii. De ce-mi place portocaliul? Păi, mi-aduce un pic a soare. Ai putea spune că soarele-i galben, dar mie îmi plac răsăriturile și apusurile. Pentru mine soarele-i portocaliu. (Oricum galbenu-i culoarea hepatitei.) Cărămida are și găuri ca să se poată scurge amarul fiecărei țigări fumată de nervi, ca să se poată scurge și cafeaua uneori mult prea amară și ca să poți privi lumea așa cum e ea. Vezi? N-am dreptate? Cărămizile pot lăsa urme pe oriunde se duc. Cărămizile-s perfecte nu numai pentru construit case și pentru desenat. Cărămizile-s perfecte pentru suflet pentru că întotdeauna vor rămâne în picioare chiar dacă se mai ciobescCaramiziu4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
BIG GUY AND RUSTY THEME SONGBIG GUY AND RUSTY THEME SONG7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Watch the skies, coming at you,
A hero of metal hue,
He locks horns with disaster,
For the red and white and blue,
Then was born a boyrobot,
Miracle of science,
Ready to battle large monsters,
Supercharged and quick on the draw,
Pretty darn good, but he needs help,
The Big Guy, he's a big deal,
Heart of gold, and fists of steel,
Clobbering evil entities, with Rusty at his heel,
Now that they're a mighty team,
The boy robot lives his dream,
To be a legend in history,
The Big Guy and Rusty!"
De m-am lovit cand am cazutÎţi aduci aminte când erai mic şi la orice rană, chit că era mică, rupeai coaja? Oare de ce făceam asta? Acum am înţeles. Mă pregăteam să cresc, mă pregăteam să las pe alţii să-mi smulgă pielea aia în proces de cicatrizare. Cu fiecare străin care venea să verifice cât de mare e rana şi cât s-a vindecat, cu atât îmi prelungeam suferinţa. De parcă i-ar fi interesat... Şi tu faci asta, când nu se uită nimeni, ridici uşor coaja să vezi ce-i acolo de parcă n-ai ştii. De parcă n-ai ştii că întârzii procesul de vindecare, de parcă n-ai ştii că o să te doară şi că dacă insişti o să rămâi doar cu o rană dezgolită. Cu cât faci asta mai des, cu atât cicatricea va fi mai proeminentă şi atunci va ştii toDe m-am lovit cand am cazut4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
First KissKiss me,First Kiss6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I know you want to,
I see you watching my lips,
biting your own as you fight the urge.
I know you're hand is hovering,
Just behind me,
Afraid to make that move,
Afraid to touch what may be forbidden.
We sit in the café,
Shying away from eyes met,
our fingers inches away from each other,
our knees touching beneath the table.
We're outside your house,
this is where the day ends,
You're fumbling with your keys,
Your parents are in bed.
Your cheeks are pink,
Your eyes meet mine,
I smile, taking the keys from you,
dropping them to the floor.
You're edgy, I can see,
So I make the move,
Pushing my hands inside your jacket,
Pulling your waist towards mine.
You're avoiding my gaze,
A nervous smile on your lips,
A cute blush on your face,
You're so adorable.
I bring my hand up,
It slivers over your breast,
Settles on the back of your neck,
Teasing the fallen strands of hair.
Then I pull your face close,
place my lips over yours,
You close your eyes,
I close mine.
The kiss is deep,
Mythology for possible future RTS game (part#1)I am Commander Amy Brooks, the officer commanding the 258th regiment of the Earth Defense Legion (EDL).Mythology for possible future RTS game (part#1)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
200 years ago (2050) we started tracking what we thought was an asteroid on an intercept trajectory with earth. However, our rapid survey team discerned that the body was traveling much to fast and far straighter than any asteroid.
A team was immediately dispatched to investigate. They discovered that the asteroid was in fact a projectile; a projectile with enough explosive power to vaporize all life on earth. It was fired from a weapon far outside of our solar system. The question, are we alone? in the universe was answered, and their intentions were clear. We destroyed the projectile in space; only very small pieces reached earth, and did little to no damage.
In the 125 years that followed we expanded out from our home solar system and colonized many planets, though incredibly what we found on every single inhabitable world was destroyed civilizations, down to the
Gandurile lui duminicaVei avea mereu o parte din mine, iar golul acela va fi umplut cu nopţi nedormite, poze vechi şi coloana sonoră a unei poveşti. Mi-am dat seama că inconştient m-am sacrificat mereu pentru alţii, pentru fericirea lor. Cineva mi-ar spune că nu e adevărat şi că am fost doar egoistă, că am luptat pentru mine în toate poveştile. Poate că pe moment a fost vorba de egoism (de un fals egoism de fapt) şi poate că atunci chiar credeam că o fac pentru mine şi nimic altceva. Acum realizez că de fapt nu a fost vorba de egoism, ci doar de a le lasă altora drumul liber spre fericire. Nu mă pot abţine să nu văd asta în jurul meu. Să văd că pe unde am trecut, pe unde am mers mai departe cu o superficială nepăsare, n-am făcut decât să garantez succesul altora. Altruism aş putea spune, un altruism absurd cu care nici măcarGandurile lui duminica4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Fight or Flight In the Presence of Logic.Fight or Flight In the Presence of Logic.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Find your common ground of shedding blood
In the far lands of Else Where,
For here is not the place where bodies should
Fall just short of their own sweat and tears.
It is fear that is the beast you so portray,
And an agenda so immorally laced with false teachings.
Here lies the home, once ancient and grown,
Now rubble in the growing pile
Of humanities excrement.
Its epitaph shall read nothing,
For no words can be written
by the lack of knowledge per this land....
Look your land in its dying eyes,
Listen to its final breaths...
The billowing sands that blow
Erosion into its elderly face.
make your way to the place in which you slumber,
And allow your mind to bestow upon you
Nightmares that bring you to regret your chosen ways of sin,
and method of self-destruction.
Taken by so full of self,
The rotten husk now lies
Half buried in a partially cremated state...
Still a home for its dying cells
The soon to be carcass,
Awaiting the bills of hovering vultures
The Legion of MetalThe walls will not fallThe Legion of Metal5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and on them stands the might of a nation
the faithful that oppose them
bring their mighty warbands forth
and shields clatter with war
And thats when you hear it, the boom
the triplet of a fanfare
too distant to distinquish, and yet clear enough to hear
the long semibreve of bass shakes the depths of hell
whilst the clear 'A hamonic minor scale' splits the heavens
and then again and again, and on the horizon comes a force more deadly than hell
and more faithful than heaven
Disonance and consonance blur reality
where scales and harmonies converge on the land
and the low end brings the earth to sky
Keys ring out virtual instruments, projected by magnets and lightening
the sounds of strings and choirs, the sounds of growls and gutteral purrs
percussion explodes, and shapes and defines the very air before you
pedels move back and forth, sticks strike hard on the stretched skins
plastic picks move through tightly wound strings, caus
Strike Witches: FFG-501-Story 1The 501st JFW and the Spirit of GuidanceStrike Witches: FFG-501-Story 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yoshika Miyafuji was thrilled that the 501st Joint Fighter Wing had been reformed. Yes, she was going back to war, but she was able to meet all her friends from when they fought against the Neuroi back in Britannia. But just like always, being in the military was hard work, but she wouldn't turn it down for anything.
This time, the 501st had been stationed in Romagna, on a strategic island that served as their base. The reunion with all her friends was bittersweet, as they were plunged into their first mission straight away. Today was their fifth mission so far. But this mission was different. They had all been called to intercept a possibly giant sized Neuroi which was headed towards their base. Even Major Sakamoto had been called up, despite her weakening magic power, since her ability to find the cores of Neuroi was at times crucial. But she no longer got as involved in battle as she used to, mostly staying out of harm's way, and that made Yo
The Break UpIn the distance, I could hear some little kids screaming. Their shrieks were vaguely masculine- I developed an image in my minds eye of several boys sporting unstrapped helmets with their skateboards tucked under their arms sprinting down the street. I stood from my chair where the computers light cast an odd, grayish glow over my face, giving me a sickly look.The Break Up8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I crossed the large, cold room to the couch inform of the window and climbed up on the back, perched like a frog on a lily pad on the green material as I reached out towards the wooden, ivory blinds and pushed two apart. I peeked through into the dying sunlight, watching the little boys laugh and push each other off of their skateboards, grinning at each other stupidly. A frown crossed my face. I wondered how many hearts those little boys would break, how many tears theyd cause their girlfriends in five years time.
I let the blinds close, climbing off of the couch, my eyes adjusting to the dark little roo
SacrificeSacrifice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stepped inside the flame!
Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!
Have I no shame?
Have I no guilt?
There's no such thing as blame
For all of the wrongs I've been dealt
Point the finger
Only at the world
Watch you band together
And witness you antagonize another
Wrapped inside of society's shadows
And little did they know
They were only born to be scapegoats
That's the harsh way to say it
It's only because the truth is filled with hatred
Bystanders just turn a blind eye
As they feed their relief with made up lies
That's all they know how to do
They're too afraid of being dragged down with you
They know what's right
But it's clouded by discriminative eyes
We're only given the gift of a last glance
A half a second of pity slips through our hands
It's all we will get
A taste of
Hatred: ProjectHatred: Project10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am hatred.
I am revulsion.
If you know me and do not fear me, you are evil.
I have enough hate for myself.
I am a snake.
I am a w o r m.
There is poison in my blood.
I can never die a peaceful death.
I won't let myself.
I am burning now as I will burn then.
I am evil and it is consuming me.
There is no place in me but hate.
There is no place in me but d i s e a s e.
Do not touch me.
Stay away from me.
I am unclean.
How can you not smell it on my breath?
The r o t of me body, the d e c a y of my heart.
We are so much the same, yet so different.
You saw my taint.
Go away, run home.
Tell the I am the one.
I am the man, the murderer</b>.
There is poison</b> in my blood.
How dare she? I am a killer.
I am c h a o s.
I will show her.
I have changed my mind.
I will not die.
I will live as I am and as I will.
Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))Plagues, Servants of Death ((Prologue))2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Servants of Death
Erotica Challenge - pwcaErotica Challenge - pwca13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hues low and guttural kiss her eyelids shut
Relief delves through her and she sighs pore deep
From you slipping inside her a whisper hushed
Excruciating thirst of the lioness
Preying upon the sky to lick whet
The juice of lime that drools within
Your icicle voice
Prickling up her skin
Turning her back/spine rigid
Legs twisting into steel-esque whimpers
You tease her.
Tell me what you want.
When sun-drenched moans escapes into
The sweet midday breeze oscillating
Around her head -whirling-
Back to you the imprint
Of her fingers steeped into your cotton flesh
Damp with lust
Pleading throat deep
From tear scarred eyes
Filled empty with reflections ceiling high
How your voice raked through her being
And your eyes closed to hear
Her last breathes caressing your ecstasy
Churning into shallow jewels
A mercurial incident
The staccato drop of her voice
Sends your senses spiraling
Deep into deafened delirium
Blood-thick lips gasp
Existence of God Part 1The existence of God can be proved in five ways.Existence of God Part 13 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The first and more manifest way is the argument from motion. It is certain, and evident to our senses, that in the world some things are in motion. Now whatever is in motion is put in motion by another, for nothing can be in motion except it is in potentiality to that towards which it is in motion; whereas a thing moves inasmuch as it is in act. For motion is nothing else than the reduction of something from potentiality to actuality. But nothing can be reduced from potentiality to actuality, except by something in a state of actuality. Thus that which is actually hot, as fire, makes wood, which is potentially hot, to be actually hot, and thereby moves and changes it. Now it is not possible that the same thing should be at once in actuality and potentiality in the same respect, but only in different respects. For what is actually hot cannot simultaneously be potentially hot; but it is simultaneously potentially cold. It is therefore impo
thank you for the truthYou're not pretty.thank you for the truth3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're family is weird.
You're hobbies are strange.
I'm thanking you for telling me
This is me.
It is me.
I know it is and im proud of it.
7 Reasons Why Christianity Over Islam7 Reasons Why I Choose Christianity Over Islam7 Reasons Why Christianity Over Islam3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
1. Secure in my Salvation
-The Qur'an says, "O ye who believe! Turn unto Allah in sincere repentance! It may be that your Lord will remit from you your evil deeds and bring you into Gardens underneath which rivers flow, on the day when Allah will not abase the Prophet and those who believe with him. Their light will run before them and on their right hands; they will say: Our Lord! Perfect our light for us, and forgive us! Lo! Thou art Able to do all things," (66:8-9). Notice how it says if you are sincere you </i>may receive forgiveness.
-The problem there is this: how do you know you're sincere enough to be forgiven? If you say yes, are you being boastful? If you say no, are you being too humble?
-As a Christian, I know there is no 'may' or guesswork. By calling on the name of the Lord, I am Saved.
---The question is this: why would I, a Christian, give up my guaranteed Salvation in Jesus Christ when Muslims thems
Krystal's Decision 2Star Fox: Krystal's DecisionKrystal's Decision 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Part 2 of 3
Written by John Brown
STUFF: This is a continuation of my latest story, a stand-alone. But yes, the only disclaimer thing I think I really need to put in here is that Nintendo owns Star Fox and not me.
That was the beginning, all right. The beginning of a new era of suffering for me!
Krystal felt a fresh wave of disgust wash through her insides as she recounted her service to Star Wolf. With Panther constantly lusting after her combining with Leons sadism and Wolfs selfishness, she had concluded that she had never met a worse group of people in her life. Forced to live in the squalid conditions of Sargasso Station, she was surprised she hadnt caught dysentery yet. The few times she went into combat with the supposedly elite Star Wolf team, she received no support whatsoever from her wingmen, other than Panther who did more h
To Love a Pirate is Beneath Me Chapter 5Chapter Five: Bloody SpaniardTo Love a Pirate is Beneath Me Chapter 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Hola querida, que gusto verte otra vez."
It was him! The man you saw in town! The one that lead you back to the ship!
The one with the charming smile...and eyes...
You took a step back. He was wearing a red coat and a hat with a large, black gold feather in it. He set his ax down and sighed, giving you a smile.
"Wh-why are you here?!" You gulped and tried to stop trembling.
"Ay, ay, no need to be so scared. I'm not going to hurt you." He came closer to you. His face seemed sincere and he cupped your face with his hands. "I promise I'd never do anything to harm a señorita."
A visible blush spread on your face as you looked into his eyes. He meant it.
"But you will come with me, si~." He scooped you up in his arms before you could let a word of protest out.
"Eh? Wh-what are you doing?!"
Your face flushed a darker shade of red as he tossed you over his shoulder, and picked up his ax. "Vamos~."
"W-wait! What are you doing?! Let me go!" You were hoping to
Skies of DeathSkies of Death3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Delta Four, do you read me? Delta Four? Come in Delta Four." The radio buzzed through my head, snapping me out my daze. I gripped the throttle and veered my F-22 up, sweat clinging to my skin.
"This is Delta Four, just felt a little dazed, is all. I'm back. What are the targets?" I said into the radio. "Delta Four, we have an incoming enemy air squad coming in from the south-east, join back up with Delta squad and intercept the targets." The radio said.
"Roger that, moving in south-east, joining back up with Delta." I said, switching my frequency to Delta channel, gripping the throttle and moving the F-22 south-east. "Delta One, come in, do you copy?" I spoke into the radio.
"Roger, this is Delta One, what do you need Delta Four?" Delta One responded. "Don't you find it a little weird that the enemy is coming in from our most defended point?" I said to him. There was a long pause.
"What the hell? Your right, why in the hell would the enemy come in from our most heavily defe