humanity great capactiy.that is lost sometimes.humanity great capactiy.that is lost sometimes.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
the humans race has the capacity for greatness to be wonderful,
some of them are....but not all and it is heard to understand
why some are not,earth can be a wounderful paradise with
no hunger with no suffering,no pain,but the one's who
controller the world who can help never do...very few
help that can..and thoes who have the heart to want
to help can not. it is stupid but there not much one
can do sadly...will keep try no matter what.
be great be wonderful..be more then you even
though you could be love and peace ♥
A Man All AloneA Man All Alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On a moon lit night on a hill deep in the woods
A man stands in the tall grass
The water laps at his bare feet
And the love song of a bull frog can be heard
The wind picks up and the trees make there bow
Off in the distance lightning can be seen
As the night begins
The birds seem the saddest when night falls
There songs of joy are the end to us all
The man you may wonder is here to meet his one true love
But that's imposable you say
Because we all know she is dead
The fog rolls in and the crickets begin there symphony
Light bugs are adorn on every bush&
Guardando Nel BuioGuardando Nel Buio2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Guardando Nel Buio (Gaze into the darkness)
BY AUBREY JACK PEASLEE
The World needs change.
Not as a few, but as a whole.
To each other we are estranged.
Despite being crafted from the same mold.
Humanity is its own rival.
The world is a tapestry, and we the smearer.
To see evil
One only need to look in the mirror.
Ideals once held dear now fade to ashes.
I have theorized:
For every second that passes
Another shred of Chivalry dies.
Have we forgotten our sponsion?
The Golden Rule, t'was:
"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you"
It is hard to cure an affliction
When ourselves are the cause.
I simply cannot fatho
Left In ChainsLeft In Chains2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is this how it feels?,
to bare the pain?
How does it feel,
to break the chains?
To watch her slip beyond my touch...
She's gone away,
But I can't do much,
But I won't give up; What you mean to mean.
Even though, I'm alone, And Left to the cold.
I'm getting tired of this game,
It's quickly getting old,
But who are you to stay the same?
Your memories are just too plain.
I'm just a joke to the girl whom I wrote.
My love's at stake,
But still you leave me with this ache.
You Are BeautifulYou Are Beautiful3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
His firm frame under mine, the clean smell of his skin, his hair, falling over his forehead. Muscular arms strong enough to support his weight, yet gentle enough to hold me close. His soft lips curved upwards into a smile as he embraced my kisses. Running his lips ever so slowly over my skin, kissing me every once in a while. His warm breath running along behind following the trail of kisses till it reaches the welcoming goose bumps.
The butterflies start in my stomach and end near my throat. I haven't felt those in a while, years in fact.
My hands pursue his ribs, tracing a new trail every time, noting the ones that make his skin tremble.
the price of immortalitythe price of immortality4 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
A lonely score of winters pass,
A thousand wraths of noon,
Soon time and tide shall pass away,
But they cannot take my boon .
Love of youth had wits expunged,
A folly made neath the moon,
A shadow running cross the night
For her I asked this boon .
While the lazy moon did saunter
I saw her, alluring daughter of night
At once mind and heart did falter
Fell in love at her very sight .
In Elysiums white mantle draped
And bathed by Hyperions light
Havens maiden, she walked gently
Bowed eyes lit dark by the night ..
For many a night her beauty grew
Till all was dimmed before the light of her f
Curse of the moon ch 5Curse of the moon ch 52 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Misty and Dash huddled together as the cold night winds chilled them to the bone. The moon had risen so fast that they had barely had enough time, to sit down before the darkness had slammed down on them. Dash still wasn't talking to Misty, and Misty was too mad at him to feel sorry for him.Misty sighed this was stupid, the forest wasn't even scary. Misty stood up, and spoke sharply to a Dash "I am going t for a walk.". Dash looked up at him with fright in his eyes, "Can I com..." then he remembered
that he wasn't talking to her and stuck up his nose and looked in the other direction. Misty rolled her eyes and set off. The leaves crunching
Roads of YesterdayRoads of Yesterday2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Roads of Yesterday
BY AJ PEASLEE
Time is much like an infant:
It begins at a crawl.
Starts to walk.
Becomes firm upon its feet.
Discovers the thrill of running
Never slowing down
Decades have passed
And yet it was only yesterday.
The great open road ahead
Some well worn
Others filled with overgrowth
Some take the familiar
Others chance the unknown.
Though our lives differ
We march upon the very same paths.
Within the darkness
A beam echoes
Signaling the birth
Of a new star.
A seed splits open
To a newborn sprout.
Under a bright light
Sons and Daughters
Open their eyes
Where I'm FromWhere I'm From2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Where I'm From
I am from a melting pot,
A mix of all types.
The Germans, and the Dutch,
The Wisconsin-ers and the New Mexicans.
I am from the small apartment,
Near my parents' station, in Portland.
From the small yellow trailer,
That was all they could afford.
I am from late New Year's nights,
Spent on a blue couch in my room.
And from good food,
Poached pears, pudding,
Still warm from the oven every Christmas.
I am from trees from the ceiling
(we named them each year)
Their heavy pine scent holding me dear.
From letters to Santa,
And waking my parents,
Taking them coffee each Christmas day.
Writing ..Writing ..6 months ago in Emotional More Like This
ابقى بعيداً عني ..
اشغل نفسك بالدنيا ..
فستنساني يوماً ما ..
مؤكدۘ أنك ستنساني ..
ان لم تنساني اليوم ..
فستنساني غداً ..
Little DarkRain pelted Ciena Thornbelt as she ran down the dimly lit road. For a brief instant, the dark haired, green eyed man standing outside the spice shop thought she was scared. Then, as she passed him, he realized it was not fear in her pale amber eyes, but determination.Little Dark7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Huh," he shrugged it off and entered the shop.
Ciena continued to run for blocks. Her heavy combat boots thun-thunked! on the asphalt. She swerved around a black Buick, smirking when it screeched to a halt. Serves you right for driving this late, jerk.
It took her longer than expected to reach the exceptionally large blue house. Ciena didn't miss a beat as she came up to the
Life Is ArtI think everything in life is artLife Is Art8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
What you do
The way you dress
The way you love someone
How you talk
What you believe in
All your dreams
The way you drink tea or coffee
How you decorate your home
Your grocery list
The food you make
How your writing looks
The way you feel
Life is art
What Have We Become?It's here again.What Have We Become?9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That time we've all been waiting for.
Everything has been burned to ashes, and yet we still fight on.
But why? Why do we sacrifice ourselves?
Is this person that important?
Can we not settle this like normal civilians?
No, this is all wrong.
I'm loosing hope in everyone.
It's over we've fallen too far.
I don't want to let go.
Here it is.
That sharp pang that's been here all along.
Why have I not seen this before?
I stare in horror at another fallen member.
What have we become?
Another has fallen into the clutches of the one we call Death.
I don't wanna be this.
This is not my identity.
I don't want to see th
How Love WorksHow love worksHow Love Works10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Love starts with an obsession. Everyone has had an obsession with someone when they were a kid. Whether it was in your head or you literally obsessed about them outwardly. Everyone obsessed about someone when they were a kid. And you were all rejected by at least one person you obsessed over. You feel a dull pain, but you quickly find someone else to follow.
But that stops soon. As soon as you had your first boyfriend, you felt ecstatic. You felt you could implode out of love. You wanted to be next to them every second. And then it happens. They find a flaw. That's all it takes. They leave you.
Once they left you, you feel a
It will happen before and will happen againI feel like thingsIt will happen before and will happen again10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have been repeating for a very long time
Longer than they should have repeated
Abort this message
Because once my mind has gone completely blink
That will be it
I really believe
What I am seeing
Maybe that is a good thing
Going to just not give in
I am going to fight whatever this is
Because it has happened before
Life is like stairsOne step at a timeLife is like stairs10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
we strive to the top.
One step at a time
we could do anything.
Life is like stairs
you go one step back
and two steps forward
or two steps back
and one step forward.
Some even get too tired
to climb anymore
and fall all the way down.
Have you made it to the top?
With your perfect plans
and powerful climb.
Life is like stairs,
though it's not,
because with stairs
there's only one way
to the top.
The Unveiling_ Character Profile oneCHARACTER PROFILE ONE: GIDEON and NAOMI OVERSTREET Founders of Cresset Shores, Gideon, a white man and his wife Naomi, a black woman- both residents of a small Southern town -met and married at ages 18 and 16 against the wishes of both families and friends during the racial wars of the late 50's and 1960's.The Unveiling_ Character Profile one10 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Burned out of their home and hunted unmercifully by local Klansmen (one of whom was Gideon's blood brother Arlis De'Fontaine), the newlyweds fled to the swamp to escape their pursuers but were captured when Gideon was shot in the leg.
The couple was tied to trees and noosed for hanging when the ground opened up beneath their
PrincesI don't have a princePrinces10 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to kiss my hand
or lift me off my feet.
I wish one would come soon
or a least a man
who's pleasant to meet.
A fairy tale like that
stays in my dreams,
trapped in my mind.
That dreams only chance of escape
is her prince charming
So now we're both trapped,
one in my mind, and one in reality,
never to escape at this rate.
It seems all of us
are waiting on a prince
and he's running late!
youyou10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it should have been you
walking there on the street
it could have been anyone else
when my heart skipped a beat
for that third time
as I walked past your grave
it should have been you
that had it made
WHY NOT SMILE?WHY NOT SMILE?10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Walking up, up and up
Going through the corner of the street
Hoping, thinking, wishing
Please be a fantastic day
Am done and up again
Walking down, down and down
With the "geek in the pink "ringing in my head
Why not smile?
Am walking, strutting, hoping
The sun shining defiantly
With its rays reflecting off my shining bold head
Oh is that a smile creeping up on me.
Skipping, skipping, skipping
As she come towards me
The beauty with the ponytail
The stars shinned in her eye
As she winked and past me
With a big smile on her face
Why not smile?
Am walking, strutting, hopping
I Am Charlie in the Chocolate factory
I Am Alice i
TearsTearsTears10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
They flow down almost naturally
Emotions escape in all those drops
Trickling down sweet baby faces
We've all lost ourselves to the tears
Pain brings tears
Anger brings tears
Happiness brings tears
I haven't finished my share of them
I wait for them to gush down my cheeks in rivers
And yet not a single tear is shed
I'm sorry for losing myself in thoughts
I can't help these things
Just leave me to my never-ending tears
Empty Drawer.Life is like an empty drawer, where nothing lies within.Empty Drawer.11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unless we fill it up with all the Love, and Joy we can.
With every vacant corner, deep in search of something more.
Can anybody ever fill it, without ever being sure?
You're never certain what you'll find, to fill that space therein.
Nor any person who can say, just where you should begin.
But something I can tell you, there is nothing I want more,
Than anything, that's worth the while, to fill my empty drawer!
YesterdayPursuing, like a fallen fey I runYesterday11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tripping over weeds, stumbling on the rocks
Dwarfed by this savage bonsai forest
On snow white feet she makes her way
Impervious through what is breaking me
It is merely the pieces, glimpses I can catch
Of this spirit that sustain me, push me onward
Once lovely branches claw at my face
Once friendly creatures claw, bite, hold me back
And the eyes that were once my comfort now only pierce me
To say I was foolish, naïve. So why do I still cling
To something so long lost?
Portal-Part 2: ExplinationPortal-Part 2: Explination11 months ago in Profiles More Like This
"Oh well this is great! Come on, G.D. Help me pick her up." Wheatly held Chell's shoulders, and GlaDoS's voice echoed above.
"I told you not to call me that." as some robotic-type arms came from the ceiling, Wheatly let go completely of Chell, and let GlaDoS take over.
"Man, twice in a row. My head still hurts...ah!" Chell sat upward to see Wheatly's new humanoid face sat next to her. Chellbacked up on the covers of an old and ratty sheet, and sighed. This was really starting to piss her off. First waking up in Aperture, and then seeing Wheatly as a human, and now she was back in that cell-room-thing that she had first been in when she