SmileSmile2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Nepeta, are you okay?" I ask.
"H-huh? Yeah," she replies. I can hear her sniffing quietly. I know she's trying to hide it, but I'm her moirail--I notice everything.
"Nepeta, I'm starting to get worried about you."
"Equius, you have nothing to worry about." I know she's lying.
"So how come you won't smile?"
"We're on the phone silly. You can't s33 me smile." She doesn't smile either way though.
I sigh. "I haven't seen you in a while," I comment.
"Mm-hm " she says distractedly.
"I'll be coming over in an hour, okay?"
"Mm-hm wait what??"
"See you in an hour Nepeta." I hang up and look around my room. It's messy, because of the broken robots. It's an addiction, building and breaking. I can't stop though, just like Vriska and her eight balls.
I sigh at the sight and go get ready.
I'm knocking on Nepeta's door quite strongly. It better not the door cracks a little. Okay, a bit too late now.
"Nepeta?" I call out. I hear some shuffling on the other s
FreezeFreeze4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
No death, no sound, no life
As this rose signifies
Inside I mourn
Over a powerful feeling
My heart is torn
Come, winter frost
Do what you must
For your ice can freeze
And it endures for eternity
Among many hearts
It is better to freeze
Than to endure this pain
So blow your winds
With its cold frost
And let it stop
For this, winter is forever
Among the ice and frost
If spring comes near
And melts the snow
And the frost
Forever trapped, in the cold
Forever cold, in the frost
Until my heart gets true sun
Until my heart gets true love
It Feels Like PainJealousy...It Feels Like Pain2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Watch while it destroys me.
As it wraps its hands around my throat,
my eyes are pleading...
So thrilled for you,
you and your happy ending.
Even if it means I lost my company,
and now I'm stuck here alone.
Alone in my misery.
But I wont dwell,
and I like to pretend I'm well.
So I grab my guitar and head to the ocean.
I'll stand in the sand,
and write you a love-song.
I'll sing it loud
as the waves crash over me.
Saltwater disguises the crying.
And I can make you believe,
that I am not heartbroken.
Not that it matters.
in the end it's just pain.
have you ever been in love?have you ever been in love?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
have you ever been in love?
does your heart skip a beat when they text you?
do you blush when you hear their name?
do you sigh when you hug?
do you blush at the thought of them?
does your heart beat faster when they simply peck your cheek or nose?
do you love them so much it hurts when youre away?
can you not express your love with words?
are you in love?
yes, you are
yes, i am
Sweet TragedyDo you remember that warm summer night?Sweet Tragedy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When everything felt just right.
You said "I'll be your Romeo, if you'll be my Juliet."
But you thought I'd forget.
You stole my heart and took it away
But here I am, heart cold and grey
Forgive and forget is the lesson we learn
But why not make them burn?
I took your promise to the grave
No matter how much you plead and beg
It's your time to say goodbye
But you won't be resting in the sky.
No, You won't forsake me again
Bound by more than a ball and chain
This is your eternity to savor
But, at least, we'll be together forever.
Under the Japanese MapleUnder the Japanese Maple2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I walk along a quiet path; all I hear is the breeze in the leaves. The soft breeze speaks of the ending spring, and beginning summer; I look to the bright blue sky that is obscured by the leaves as I listen to the sounds of the trickling fountain and delicate Japanese maple tree.
But overall the sounds of peace is his voice calling to me, a caress in the breeze, I look to the maple tree that stands, swaying gently in the breeze, light red lush leaves waving and casting their shade. Under the shade of the tree there is a log bench, there I see him sitting, arms open wide for me.
The man who is constantly in my dreams, his hair like light milk chocolate, his skin a dusky gold, warmth exudes from his very presence. He sits there waiting for me to join him. He gazes at me, eyes a deep hazel, a quiet passion in them that speaks his feelings though he barely says a word. He stands, dressed in rugged jeans and a t-shirt, he raises his hand out for me to join him again, without a word his eyes
RainwaterHer hand pulled from mine –Rainwater1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
slipped, like rainwater,
drifting through night;
her voice, confessed soft
sorrows as I dreamt.
"I no longer
in storms like you."
WishWish2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some wish to be rich,
While some wish to be wise.
Some wish to stop that itch,
Others wish of winning a prize.
Some wish to be known,
Some wish they could be a star.
Some wish to sit on the throne,
And some wish that they could hide their scars.
Some wish their life was different,
Some wish their life had ended.
Some wish that they could be indifferent,
Some wish their life could be extended.
We all wish for something,
Maybe one of those mentioned above.
We should work towards that thing,
Even if we wish for just some love.
AwakeningI’ve always believed that a Christian’s life should revolve around the Bible. I always thought that mine did. I’d read through the Bible 3 times, which was 3 times more than anybody else I knew my age. I read one chapter a day whenever I wasn’t too busy. I thought that was more than enough. I even had plans to start my own bible study. I thought that I had the Bible covered and that I knew it front to back.Awakening1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
One summer, I was travelling around Montana and selling jewelry with my brother. We went to Billings to sell jewelry at the pro rodeos. I went to Cowboy Church and I had a sore throat. During the whole sermon, I was praying to God to heal me, because I got sick often. I just kept asking God, why do you let people suffer with sicknesses when you can heal them? Can’t you just heal me? Then something the speaker said caught my attention. I don’t remember her exact words, but she said something like, “Many of you are suffering ailments, and you
Beauty of MothsFew people understand the beauty of moths,Beauty of Moths4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
ghost-like they drink upon our sorrows
sipping the nectar of the moonlight,
messengers of Morpheus they carry dreams
Let Me DownI live in fearLet Me Down2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Broken i n s i d e
Blinded by your lies
You expect me to give you my trust
You want me to follow you until the end
You say you will save me,
You will stay by my side forever
But all I see are empty promises
And H E A R T L E S S eyes
I can't believe in you
TPOH - Chapter SeventeenTPOH - Chapter Seventeen3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A year had passed and I was nowhere near I thought I would be. If one would ask: "Could you imagine yourself being a mother at the age of twenty six, having people around you who love you dearly and wholeheartedly, and being happy with the way your life turned out to be?" my answer would be no, I couldn't and I most certainly would think that the person was joking, but if I would want to be completely honest with myself, I would think far beyond the words and imagine the life that one would ask me if I could imagine myself living. I would imagine myself in that person's shoes and realize that no dreams or expectations could be as good as the reality itself. I was happy, I was completely and utterly happy with my life right there, right that moment and I regretted nothing, absolutely nothing.
It was a beginning of May, exactly the same day I arrive
Provehito In Altum: CapricornProvehito In Altum: Capricorn3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Provehito in Altum: Capricorn
"Where you headed, girl?" he grumbled as she climbed into the cramped cabin.
"As far as you can take me," she said curtly. She had no time for pleasant formalities. "Quickly."
He liked her instantly; after several months of solitude, a female form was a welcome break from the oblivion of empty space. He would have found her beautiful even if she wasn't the first real female companion he had had in months. She was young, no older than twenty at the most. Her skin was bone pale, no doubt the product of living in the darkness of space, and flawlessly smooth. Her hair was long and raven-colored, just like the infinite horizon he spent his days gazing into. It elegantly framed the high, rounded cheek bones of her heart shaped face.
He was fascinated by her eyes the most. They were orbs of pure jade so clear and vibrant they seemed to glow with inner electricity. He could stare at them for hours; when he gazed into them, he felt as though he were sta
the bridethe bride2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
body of mountain, cream and concrete
peeling paint - you are rosacea
defined, crackle skin I run my fingers under
and crush between my teeth. taste of
salt and soil, of burdening years
that rub water in your joints. precious
blessed bridge beauty, breathing heat
and sweating rain, you darling
that shakes, and shakes, and remains.
when I am ash and shadow, wax
for the candlemaker, you'll stand still
silent, soft strain-taker, train-carer,
and hold my love poems
in your cold stones.
PianistPianist2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
His fingertips splashed through the ivory keys
With ripples that scattered in rows
While windows bloomed petals of watery pinks
Each kissing his cheeks with a glow
Releasing his notes like a bird caged in spring
He untangled the keys from their din
Making sense of a sequence not meant to be seen
He etches them deep in his skin.
He performs for the windows and plays for the halls
The curtains will sway in his song
The picture frames quiver and jump from the walls
Beneath the great rush of his palms.
So I open my window, before I lay rest
Just to capture a trace of his spawn
It's been years since I've heard it, but still I await
for the chime of the Pianist's song.
CementationCementation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like flesh being tored away from the bone
Brutally bitten and lustfully enjoyed
Quickly changing into a new disguise
I live by the speed of nothing
"What are you waiting for!" shouted the Hord
"I´m not waiting, I´m standing still!" I shouted back at the Hord
No where am I going
Legs are runnig wild feet turning into cement
Paralyze me as I look over the bridge.
"This is´nt life", I whispered to myself.
Remember You Old Devil?Pamiętasz, stary diable?Remember You Old Devil?1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Hej, stary diable, pamiętasz?
Choć brzydki, lecz zawsze z klasą,
W garnitur szyty na miarę.
Szeptałeś do ucha dziewczynom
O wszystkich rozkoszach z pasją,
Dałyśmy słowom Twym wiarę.
Hej, stary diable, pamiętasz?
Chodziłeś z cygarem w zębach,
Tańczyłeś w klubach w rytm swingu
Szeptałeś do ucha młodzieńcom
O walkach na życia ringu,
Nie daliśmy się zwieść sińcom.
Hej, stary diable, pamiętasz?
Stawiałeś nam młodym whisky,
Skulonym w szarość przez wyzysk.
Byliśmy jak smutne liski,
Więc dałeś rock’n’roll i talent,
Jakoś przeżyliśmy bez wyzwisk.
Lecz się stoczyłeś, by pójść dalej!
Lecz smak straciłeś, stary diable!
Hej, diable, coś ty zrobił?
Czemuś zmienił krawat na dres,
Writers are all crazy, you know.Letters spill down from a canopy andWriters are all crazy, you know.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
down the vines,
scatter across the margins to make
a story so divine.
There's a picture show
behind those eyes,
where a lake leaks stories
into a boat full of mad
but for those who think it's crazy
it really is quite sad.
on a rope swing,
between horror and once upon a time.
She obsesses over meter,
and nothing will quite rhyme.
She stares off into the
d i s t a n c e
trying to make some sense
of every idea that flocks her boat
and never will relent.
Her brain is constantly on
Anime Fandom Advisory AlertAnime Fandom Advisory Alert9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Yes yes. We have anime fans! We have a terror alert chart! (Color-coded, no less!) So what happens when you force the two into a room with champagne and the lights down low?
Hopefully, a project that'll grow. This all came to mind while I was sitting at my computer at 2am no less, but the idea sparked in #CaffeineLounge.
Anime Fandom Alert (Terror Alert Parody)
This is in ascending order; from bottom to top.
**// Appleseed (Low) //**
Barely quallifying as a fandom level, this is where many make their journey to the top (of Tokyo Tower, of course).
Traits to watch for:
Distracted when usually focus
Has seen a few episodes of a series
Thinks about anime every once in a while
Is drawn in by the art, but doesn't understand why
Still spends time with friends who don't watch anime
**// Fushigi Yuugi (Guarded) //**
The "average" anime fan rests here,
Zu duenne LiebeZu duenne Liebe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mit weißem Fuß auf kalter Straße
Und kalter Hand im weißen Schnee.
Mit zitterndem Bein und pochendem Herzen
Zu dünnes Eis auf glattem See.
Mit tränendem Auge ins brennende Feuer
Und mit Feuer im Blick über Tränen gelacht.
Mit steinerner Maske und gläsernem Herzen
Zu dünnes Fell in kalter Nacht.
Mit handelndem Hass auf liebender Zunge
Und liebenden Worten für verhasste Tat.
Mit sterbender Seele und gebrochenem Herzen
Zu dünne Kraft auf langem Pfad.
The Land Before Time NviewThe Land Before Time Nview4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Hello everyone, I'm Volts48 and welcome to a new section of my reviews I call "Nostalgiviews"! (cues music)
This is where I take you down my memory lane of some old movies I watched back when I was growing up and since you all know I love movies; you can imagine I watched a lot. Before you even question, yes this is a rip-off of the Nostalgia Critic, either deal with it, or GTFO.
So, let's start off with a Don Bluth movie. For anyone who doesn't know the man, he was an ex-Disney animator who did work on "The Sword in the Stone", "Pete's Dragon" and also drew the animation segments for the popular video game arcade "Dragon's Lair". He left Disney when they wouldn't fund him to create his masterpiece "The Secret of NIMH" which marked him as an ingenious director in the 80's while Disney began to fall behind in terms of story quality. He prospered in the 80's as he teamed up with Steven Spielberg ("Jaws", "Close Encounters of the Third Kind", "Raiders of the
cardboard.cardboard.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he'd never been any good at
day by day in that
old back? when it never worked
he lived off the papers that cluttered the gutter of his doors.
he rend them to pieces
tore them apart
shredded each bit
on the roof of his mouth
and let the ink
bleach its mark to the back of
and in the hollows of his I. eye,
he precluded all these taunts,
swallowed these letters to his belly and abused
every line touch word
he could get his filthy lips around.
it was not surprisinge even when he choked.
but with every fall
he touched a tete
AND HOW HE WISHED
he could remember how to
he spent all his years at the top of the skyline.
he spent every mourning on the sidewalk.
he'd never been any good at