ObessionYou said I'll be right back,Obession1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
So I waited.
Those seconds dragged on and I couldn't take it,
the more I was alone,
the more I missed you.
Those 3 minutes felt like an infinity,
I think I'm addicted and I haven't had enough yet.
Sweet rage and chaos.sweet rage and chaosSweet rage and chaos.2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
anger blazes through my soul
i lust for revenge
unexpressed gratituderemember that afternoon i called you,unexpressed gratitude8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
too weak to make it home and we
ended up going to the hospital,
by my side you stayed
through sickness and health?
and my birthday, when you listened to
what makes me happy
forgave me for my bad decision
a few days later, you
countless times you went
above my expectations to make me
smile, to bring me
security, to remind me that love
is not just a fairy tale
so i thank you for choosing me,
for insisting that you be able to feel
my body next to you
that one summer night;
for loving my brokenness,
for the good and the bad-
The legend of the Silvertear lakeOnce upon a time, in years beyond our own, a dragon of the Timekeepers flight fell in love with a mortal woman. Her hair was the colour of sunlight, her lips like a rose in bloom, and her eyes rivalled the midnight sky.The legend of the Silvertear lake3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
But their love could not be, for no dragon may love a mortal, and no mortal will ever live long enough to share a dragons life.
Yet, they met in secret under the weeping willows, pledging their undying love under the moon, and for just a few hours, he made time stand still.
As years passed by and mortality withered her beauty like the leaves of autumn, the dragon decided to stop time eternally so his love would never die. He travelled through dreams, through time, through life itself to find the means to end all times. But his brethren had learned of his love, and of his madness, and they ended his flight, chaining him to the bonds of the earth. Cast out from his flight he sought refuge with his loved one and lived by her side, eternally young, watching as she withered
What is on the other side?When you're staring at your reflection, what do you see? It is obvious to most people that you see anWhat is on the other side?10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
exact image of yourself, but how do you depict that lingering 'image' that surrounds you?
What exactly do you 'see' when you look into a mirror? Light is everywhere and no person can escape
it. The same can be said about a person's feelings no matter how hard they try to cast a shallow mask
behind their true emotions.
Just how fragile are we? There are some who have more willpower than others, but lack in other
departments that help to build us up. What is it that makes you a strong or weak person?
What are you gazing at? Do you perhaps see a strong individual on that other side of the light? Is
there something dark and mysterious about that 'impostor' that you just can't figure out yet? Where
are you? Who are you?
What is on the other side?
The Birth of SightStill the dead lay moaningThe Birth of Sight7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
while human voices wake us
A shadowless shadow that
finds a corpse
and with it goes.
We found the Shatterer of Worlds
The demon that cannot be himself.
Life... CutHow long is a piece of string?Life... Cut7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
What horrors lie beneath the skin?
We question all to comprehend
And measure life from end to end,
We wrap our hurts with warmth and light,
We seize the day to flee the night.
We quicken breath to fend off time,
I take whats yours, you take whats mine,
We never pause to rest our feet,
We count the seconds, every beat.
For every puzzle that we solved,
For every crime that was absolved,
Another ten come to the fore,
We take from life, it offers more.
Yet it is not an endless source
To abuse without recourse;
Well turn to dust and fade away,
The rope of life will one day fray.
How long is a piece of string?
For how long will this be my skin?
Design a country work sheetDesign a country work sheet5 years ago in Settings More Like This
For those people who needs to design their own world.
This is a form I will use from now on to help me design it faster and more complete.
original from: droemar's journal
Edited by mayshing 2010
Colors: (An example would be red, white, and blue)
Symbol: (An example would be stars and stripes.)
calender measure (time table): (Does their calender go by the moon, or sun? Or other planets?)
Races: (The races that inhabit the area, whether or not they're native.
Physical: (The ethnic description of your race: skin color, hair color, builds, dress)
Preference to fashion and beauty:
Weather patterns: (Tropical? Stormy? Cold? Earthquakes? Climate in general?)
-how the weather influence inhabitants behavior, travel
Major river and lakes?
Any construction a
Memories and TearsThere are few things in this lifeMemories and Tears2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
From which I want to hide
But some things are hard to take
Sometimes I have to break
If you see me start to fade away
Know I have had too much for today
Too many reminders of what we left behind
A string I can't unwind
I try to kill it all away
The feelings left of that day
My mind still replays it
The actors are faceless
They try to describe the impossible
A promise left unfulfilled
It was the right thing to do
But still it hurts anew
Who knew it would come to this
A choice so painful cannot exist
The best thing that could be done
Was letting go of the one you love
I wish them happiness
A never ending eternal bliss
I guess this is what true love is
Wishing for their happiness
Such confusionI do not understand so please help me to seeSuch confusion6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can hear but the words mean nothing to me
My breath helps me live but nothing do I feel
Your touch on my skin, is it a dream, or is it real
Why is there so much pain when all we need is love
So much promise but no meaning from above
Take heed of all the voices that keep talking in your head
For each will have an answer to questions we have said
There should not be the classes that seperate and judge
We all should be equals, till actions take a nudge
There should not be lonliness that a person can slip within
To be cast aside and have no reason is surely a sin
For what God has planned for us and where we chose to stray
These are the confusing questions I ask myself each day
I know that to each question so many answers will be heard
Our mind is capable of understanding but do we heed the word
I guess we need to stop and plan before we act
To praise each other's qualities and not harp on w
The Encounter Melissa, a beautiful young woman, had gone to an office dinner that night. She was never too fond of these social events where people get together to talk about work and get drunk, so she left as soon as possible. She was walking home when she noticed this mysterious man watching her from the other side of the street. One would normally be scared, but not Melissa, not tonight.The Encounter7 years ago in Mystery & Suspense More Like This
Her footsteps echoed into the night and the dark figure was haunting her mind, leaving her restless, wondering who it was and why he was piercing her soul with his look. She was used to getting male attention, but that felt different and alluring to her.
She stops. Her big dark eyes focus on something not very distant from her. It was him again, disappearing into an alleys darkness. Not thinking twice, she follows him. Maybe just out of curiosity, but she had no clue on what she was getting in. She walked slowly, alway
The EveryDay AlwaysI fear, the everyday always.The EveryDay Always8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Always, thoughts parading through my head
Following choreographed patterns of Ideas
Always, the same hopes and aspirations
Thwarted by the same fears.
The only window in the room was adorned with second-hand curtains that once belonged to an antique store. Maybe in a different lifetime, a different story, they were beautiful. Now, only thin fabric hung limp from the plastic frame, drained by years of exposure to the sun. Pale sunlight filtered in lazily, exposing individual dust particles in their mischievous dance about the furniture.
From the coffee table littered with bits of memorabilia, to the neglected corners filling up with lint, the air hung heavy with sighs. Two bowls which perhaps belonged to some beloved family pet lay discarded on the floor. Bits of dried food surrounded the area and grains of evaporated water covered the porcelain. No other signs of an animal could be traced throughout the house, and no patter of loyal paws could be heard.
Sam Brandon's RequiemHot tears on chilled skin,Sam Brandon's Requiem7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
nostalgia washing in.
Children with broken faces,
grief-stricken for loss of their own.
Eyes searching for answers,
tongues holding none.
Laughter mixes in with the pain,
because they don't know what to feel.
Cast out of their minds, maturity lies,
they can't handle this.
Inability to know puts us
out of control,
just like the car that had
sped 'round on the road.
Searching for some guidance,
they resort to looking above.
Hoping, for a fleeting instant,
he'd been shown God's love.
Crisis over, it's all burnt up-
still haven't found our release.
Though we might seek condolence
MigraineMy head is about to hatch.Migraine2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hope whatever emerges
Kills me slowly, softly,
Like a whisper in my ear.
A bright flare,
Are you there?
No – just another migraine explosion,
A flash of white light from the side,
Go easy on my eyes.
Topiary EvenesanceI wonder if oblivion hurts?Topiary Evenesance2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tattered frays beckon me to see
Beyond this land of shadows
Past the treeline
In this world of trees
I can't see the forest anymore
TT: ASBEA: Dance With Me Pt 2TT: ASBEA: Dance With Me Pt 23 years ago in Romance More Like This
Robin headed to the ops room with the other boys while the girls walked off to their own bedrooms.
He sighed aggravated that he may loose Starfire to Aqualad.
"Why don't cha take her out on a date?" Cyborg hinted.
"Why would I do that? She's my best friend."
Cyborg and Beast Boy rolled their eyes at the masked hero.
"Dude, it's so obvious that you love her. Do something about it!" Beast Boy said.
"I can't." Robin turned away from them.
"You can't or you wouldn't? Man, half the men in the world would die to be with her. 'Sides, she loves you too, ya know?"
"Don't joke with me, Cy," Robin said, a little hopeful.
"I ain't," Cyborg replied firmly. "If ya weren't always in your little obsession over being a hero, you would see it as well." Cyborg folded his arms over his chest as he chuckled lightly. "Ya needa make a move before somebody else does."
Robin contemplated in his head silently. "What do you suggest I should do?"
"How about a ball?" Beast Boy chirped. "I heard there was th
And That's Wrong.You're fat.And That's Wrong.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Or maybe you're
I don't know.
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
But you're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
Or maybe you're
like everybody else?
You're not perfect.
And that's wrong.
shoot drugs and fall in lovehe bit my bottom lip as our kiss diminished and whispered, "there's something somewhat damaged about you."shoot drugs and fall in love6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he could feel it
i knew he could
but instead of words rolling off of my tongue and tears spilling over
i kissed him
and kissed him
and stroked him
and unbuttoned ...
and he ...
and i ...
we laid on my mattress tangled up in each other
with our eyes glazed over and our chests heaving
high on you
i fucking can't get down)
but you did
if i went to rehab i wouldn't tell tales of water bongs and drinking games.
it'd be about how you would make patterns across my jawline and down my neck.
of how you smelled better than cannabis, and left a stronger after taste than rum.
if i went to rehab they would all be talking about the way they yearn to inhale chemicals down their throats and feel the warmth of the lighter on their cheeks.
i would dream of your fingers filling the spaces and have your voice whisper sweet lullabies like the way you used to tell me i made th
TF High 19TF High Chapter 19 : Too Much to BearTF High 195 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Brandi Hound stepped into the office and was hit by possibly the worst smell she could have her canine nose had ever had to handle. "YUCK," She half barked "What the hell is that smell?" Nurse Holly looked up from her work, taking note of the two transformees that had walked in. "It's hard to say with your noise Brandi, you could be smelling anything in the room." She said with a smile. "It's good to see you two again." "It's nice to see you two Miss Holly." Peggy replied as see stepped next to Brandi, handing her a handkerchief.
"Tanks Peggy" Brandi replied, her nose partially covered by the piece of cloth. "Miss Holly how many new transformees have you seen lately?" Peggy asked, as Brandi still tried to Identify the source of the odor. "Well let's see, there was McDonald, Mitchels, Bill Bell, the Ramsey twins pretty much all of them I suppose. I have to record any transformations that happen now for the school board, There in the
TF High 15TF High Chapter 15: Hiss Problem of mineTF High 156 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"No this isn't a joke!" Brandi Hound, the half dog-human hybrid, was yelling into a payphone. "How many times do I have to tell you people that we need to talk to Principle Miller about the animal transformations?!?" Brandi and her friend Peggy had recently found a link to the new outbreak of transformations, and were hoping they had enough time to stop anymore from occurring.
"No I'm not a Reporter I'm not a student either!..Look just get Principle Miller on the phone!.." There was a moment of silence then a click followed by a disconnection tone. "DAMN IT!" Brandi yelled as she turned to Peggy. "They won't let us in unless we're students, and they won't let us talk to anyone because they think we're reporters." "We'll have to keep trying." Peggy said as she worked on her laptop. "If we can't get them to listen we could be facing another pandemic."
Meanwhile at Travis Fortmasion High School, a red faced Steve Wissler is currently having la
RebirthMan into Anthro dogRebirth7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Bryan was a typical high school student, who goes to class all the time, gets great marks to impress his parents, and hangs out with his best friends. And when he gets home, he takes time for his dog, because he's just a great friend to play with.
But deep inside, he wanted to try something new. He wanted to know what it feels like to be in an animal's body. He sees a lot of cows when he drives by with the school bus and all sorts of farms appear in front of his eyes. He has seen the inside of a barn before. Cows, that chew on their hay, moo at the farmer, and do their business all over the place, seem to have a typical and good lifestyle, he thought to himself. And just by looking at his own dog, rolling around on the grass, chasing birds and marking his territory, Bryan could tell that animals around him were having a life as good as his.
Then on one stormy night, a heavy thunderstorm was rolling over the neighbourhood. Lightning bolts were striking all over the p
A Special Birthday"A Special Birthday" by Numba-OneA Special Birthday8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
It was 2:00 PM.
For Victoria Beaufort, it was also her 18th birthday…a day which she had been looking forward to for all her life – or at least, as far as she could remember.
She wasn't a year older quite yet. Victoria was born at 11:59 PM, seconds away from being born on a different date. It was only fifth period, and she still had hours to go.
The day had been fine. Just like any other day, really – first the morning shower, then a short walk to school. She tried to pay attention to class, as was typical of a straight-A student like herself. But her thoughts wandered off; she daydreamed of the night that was to come – a night of partying with friends, and finally feeling free from her drab, methodical life.
But it wasn't just the partying and alcohol that had her dreaming – nor was it the prospect of meeting some cute guys that night with whom she might hook up. It was the idea of liberation – th