A New FeelingA New Feeling2 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...
Pas de rose sans epineUne bien jolie fleurPas de rose sans epine2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Du regard vous taquine,
Vos yeux effleurent
Cette douce mine.
« Belle inconnue
Donnez-moi la main,
Au coin de cette rue,
Au détour d’un jardin »
« Mon cher Monsieur,
Seriez-vous pour moi
Descendu des cieux ?»
Dit-elle avec émoi.
Dans une robe blanche ;
En ce beau dimanche.
La voici Madame,
Vous voici heureux !
Cette joie dans l’âme
Est-elle pour deux ?
Car venu le soir,
Peut-être sur un banc,
Est venu s’assoir
Un autre, un amant.
Charmant jeune homme
Au sourire charmeur,
Mais en somme
De vos trésors
Elle se fait voleuse
Et offre son corps :
La belle est généreuse !
Au bras de la brune
Voici votre ruine
Quand un matin
Il ne vous reste rien.
Peut-être un parfum ?
Seulement la faim.
A Spark In The DarkA Spark In The Dark3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A Spark In The Dark
After I had met you-
I found out that hope can be so wounding
And now I know what meaningful desires can do-
The pieces of my dreams are still crumbling
You made me fade in-and-out of your Heaven
Allowing me the taste of peace momentarily
And then right back to testing my withdrawing patience
While I plunge back into my same old Hell called: vulnerability
This feeling...is too raw
A tug of war between different kinds of torment
I'm missing you...so much
The rift between us seems to be infinite
Don't go...don't leave
Don't let go...of me
But when you left me for the last time-
I knew that the wrong kind of love can be so fucking addicting
I realized that you combined my truth with your lie-
You always made your words so fucking convincing
You forced me to despise what I will never have-
As you pretended to hand me m
Potato ChipsThe other day I finally realized, as I was going to the pantry for a snack, that my mind tortures me; I stared at the plastic film as the light bounced off of it and played with the shine of the colors. The shades all communicating with each other, hints of apologies and gestures, tales of beration and derogatory statements. Red was the primary color. It was a dark, ground-like red. Hot, haughty, gawking at the other colors, flaunting its vibrant steadiness, all the while consuming the shallow shyness of black as it creeped around the edges, trying to make itself noticed, but only succeeding in making red even more vivacious. The yellow was round and bold, but not quite as bold as the red. It knew its place, and its limits, and this knowledge inevitably kept it in its shape. The white complimented it, being more friendly than the red and more outgoing than the black. It swirled and dipped around the yellow, flirting with its curves as it turned and pivoted in and out of vision. All ofPotato Chips2 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Tales of Soleanna - Story 1: UnsungTales of SoleannaTales of Soleanna - Story 1: Unsung3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
By K. M. Carroll
Story 1: Unsung
Robo Knuckles awakened in prison.
He lay on his back with the roof four inches from the end of his nose, illuminated by the glow from his green eyes. It was too small to move his arms or legs.
"I'm inside a box," he thought.. He struggled, but his arms were bound to his sides by steel bands. "Oh, wonderful," he growled aloud.
He consulted his log files. The last thing he had done was shut himself down in the laboratory where he was receiving upgrades. Supposedly it had been an upgrade to his facial structure. Robo Knux checked his hardware. No upgrade had been installed.
Those crummy scientists had waited until he was offline, then crated him up and shipped him off. He swore to hunt them down and murder them all in their beds. No, when they were at work in their lab, so he could see their terrified faces. No, in a public place, so other people could see their terrified faces.
As Robo Knux fumed, he noticed a new item in his logs. An up
Insane EANR Fic of Insanity The Insane EANR Fic of Insanity!!!!!!!!!Insane EANR Fic of Insanity7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Once upon a time, (what a great way to begin a story) Nny was walking through the wild Outback of Australia. His boots made clicking noises when they hit the occasional rock or metallic weasel that was left by aliens studying California bears in their natural habitat.
Nny held a very annoyed and pissed off expression on his face. His eye twitched in annoyance and he stopped. He stretched his arms out in frustration as he screamed.
WHY THE FUCK ARE WE IN AUSTRALIA?!?!?!?!?! he screamed at no one in particular, though several Canadian geese stopped to stare at him. THERES NO REASON FOR US TO BE HERE!!!!!!!
A certain croc hunter stopped for a moment. Crikey! And he continued al
To Walk then To FlySurely a paralyzed manTo Walk then To Fly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can find the means
If a walking man
Can find the means
lonelynessHave you ever just felt so alone,lonelyness8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That the walls are caving in,
The tears I cry a secret whisper,
That only the deaf can hear.
Its taken for granted, lonelyness,
Such a soft and gentle word,
That no-one feels it,
Til it fills your heart.
Saving Life Part 09Saving Life Part 094 years ago in Drama More Like This
After the retreat of the Decepticons was absolutely clear, Ironhide and Bumblebee stepped immediately back from their protective position in front of the bonded couple. While the two Autobots did not return to their comrades, they stood a safe distance away, unsure as what should happen next. Ironhide especially had a hard time controlling the urge to simply charge his weapons and just end the Decepticon's miserable life.
If he had not seen the way their own head of special ops acted around the Ford Mustang Saleen, he would not have believed that a Decepticon could be bonded to an Autobot and certainly not a high ranking officer. The thought made his energon boil and he did not even care about the ban on bonded couples being Autobot soldiers. He only wanted to beat the scrap out of Jazz for taking a Decepticon as his sparkmate.
Too bad Jazz already looked far too beaten up as it was. And he knew that Ratchet would not appreciate having to repair even more than was already obvious. It m
I am AliveI am Alive3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart is taking flight,
The possibilities are endless now,
Every second is a chance to grow,
An opportunity to glow.
My fears slowly trickle out of my system,
Not a single obstacle in sight,
The path I walk on is clear,
Unobstructed, Fully Constructed.
I breathe with ease,
Now that I know who to please.
Even in the darkest hour,
The street lights illuminate my path,
Nothing seems impossible,
No goal unreachable,
No circumstance unacceptable,
Every second a miracle,
Every person, an angel
This is how I feel,
Its been a long time coming
But Life is finally Real.
Saving Life Part 01Saving Life Part 014 years ago in Drama More Like This
Header from now on down at the description.
Darkness. First like nothingness. Then came feelings. Happiness about life, contentment slowly evolving to worry. Anger, frustration, fear. Determination, a will to fight. Impression of a first meeting, mutual dislike. Fighting, anger, frustration. Then the first whispers of grudging respect, slowly, oh so slowly developing into friendship. And suddenly there was attraction, shyness, boldness, love? Followed by denial, giving in to lust. A request, followed by a fight. Frustration, self-loathing, a want to stay away battling a stronger need to return. Acceptance at the very last, a lost fight, giving in, wanting to protect. A bond, love and cherishment but also urgency for secrecy and the awareness of breaking rules. Buffering and masking feelings, long time of getting to know, comradeship, devastation, determination to succeed, separation, loneliness.
And suddenly there was pain, hot, searing pain
Where'd the Monsters go.?We stopped checking under our bedsWhere'd the Monsters go.?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The monsters don’t live there anymore.
Figments of diseased imagination,
Or imagination, a doorway,
To stark, terrible reality.
Don’t close the door.
They warned us.
This switch is rigged.
On is off and off is on.
We turn on the lights,
By falling into blackness,
Stepping into darkness,
The monsters aren’t under our beds.
We turned our backs,
They’re in our heads,
They warned us.
WordsWords float on a thin lineWords2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Some scurry through
My cloudy mind
Never to be caught only
Leaving their essence behind
Give me writings to where
People can sometimes find
What I mean
No matter what I do
I can never seem to convey
The emotion of my poem to
A person despite who they are
I even doubt you
Will get just what I mean
When I finish a poem I rue
Make the stupid poem
My own words
Are twisting and forming
Into a poem I didn't make
Sometimes I feel like crying
The frustration is so great
I keep writing
Otherwise I'll always
Be just scribbling
SomedayDespite his heavy metallic feet descending in even steps upon the rigid floor, the yellow mech glides silently down the hallway with nothing more than a faint klink as metal collides together. Its not his size that causes his noiseless step, because many of the other small Autobots clamor down the corridors like a one-mech stampede. No, his ability to slip soundlessly past is simply a Primus given talent, one that makes him the perfect espionage agent. One often forgets that the cheery bot is one of the most secretive mechs in the army, but thats what makes him such a talented spy.Someday6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
So, he probably knows Im following him.
Im not following him, per se, because I think were going to the same place; the rec. room. At least, I hope so, because I am now most thoroughly lost. And its obvious he knows Im behind him, stumbling around with heavy, uneven footsteps, trying to balance three heavy boxes full of things I dont know that rattle around lou
Fresh MeatWinter's cold air nipped her budFresh Meat2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As she stalked his scent silently.
Closing in on the hunter's blood,
Her senses shuddered violently.
The heat from his fire rose up high
To melt the ice from the trees,
So that water fell from the sky
And forced the hunter to freeze.
Blackest paws fell upon whitest snow
With each nearing step she took.
Sharp spears soon would grow
From grey claws as they unhooked.
Today was to be his last day here
For the hunter must find fresh meat,
But then a low growl echoed in his ear
And he knew death he could not cheat.
How could he have killed her child?
Why couldn't she have died instead?
Fairness must return to the wild,
The will of the dead is bloodshed.
Slowly the hunter reached for his gun.
Red judgment stared from the dark.
Then black and white descended as one,
As a malicious vengeance did spark.
The hunter drew, but it was far too late.
She tore at his throat and found flesh.
At long last he became resigned to his fate
And she ate her fill while the meat
That Elated KissThat Elated Kiss2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Between us both, that kiss of God
From to and upon the souls within the very cores.
The fruit of this knowledge was not ill-gained,
As meant for mine eyes was the gotten teaching.
Ah yes, the inspired motivator amongst my tongue,
Pure, but deadly, as to protect what is owned
By the cavities that contain ours, the beating hearts.
This marathon to & through
which I gladly volunteer to run,
Has my limbs aflame, enthralled with elation,
Striking down to its knees, the very calamity that
once over took me. Bless you, from above,
as from my lips between us both, a kiss from your lover.
Transformers: Regrets-Regrets-Transformers: Regrets7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Have you ever been hurt by someone you love?
Blaster looked up at the question and the large mech whod asked it. Skyfire sat not far from the communications officer. Looking at the jet, one could see a mixture of emotions on his face, the most identifiable being sadness, anger, and pain. Blaster had seen that particular trio of emotion on the faces of his fellow Autobots for centuries and for many different reasons; a lot of the mechs who now called themselves Autobots had been hurt by friends and lovers whod fallen in with the Decepticons when the war began anew.
Skyfire was one whose pain was still new. Blaster knew that Starscreams allegiance to the Decepticons hurt the other mech, especially after Skyfire had seen the coldness in which Starscream carried out plans to attack the Autobots and the humans who allied themselves with them. He could see the pain etched into the faceplates of the larger mech and knew that the question he
Life of the Entire GalaxyLife of the Entire Galaxy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
~a puzzle that needs to be solve that brings more confusion to the mind~
~a math problem that seeks answers that brings more questions in the end~
~a riddle with twist and turns that brings more pathways with infinite possibilities~
:Authors Critical Thinking Notes:
There are pieces that brings out a much bigger puzzle, it’s an infinite phase that brings the unpredictability of the galaxy’s Life cycle, a tiny bit of fraction can lead to another superior picture.
"you can never see what it seems to be"
Man is trying to answers the cycle of life of the entire galaxy
Guessing that it’s too much information for man to take in his brain
But with the help of technology, maybe they can
I’m not a scientist, I’m not philosopher yet
But wishing I am
Dreams are free
Thinking big made you lost the grasp of reality
Just don’t forget yourself
To step in your ground
Find your balance
BladeThe sweet taste of painBlade2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lingering at the end of every nerve
Dripping blood like fresh drops of rain
This blade is the only master I serve.
GuidanceGuidance.Guidance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My father once told me that life is supposed to be a struggle
And that everyone has their own specific type of hustle.
Whether it be working in an office or stacking products on a shelf.
Naturally we all share the same aim of accumulating wealth.
He also told me that nothing is promised in this life time.
When you least expect it the man upstairs will throw you a life line.
Something or someone that will give you a reason to continue.
Awaken the hidden belief and talent that law dormant within you.
He then told me that happiness and success are short lived.
In time your name will both appear and disappear from life's shortlist.
At some point you will feel like the whole world is against you.
No matter what you do some people will just always resent you.
Accept their venomously kind words but never take them to heart.
The show must go on and no one else but you can play your part.
Lastly he said that you must find a balance between work and leisure
Because those priceless mome
Grafitti Standing on the side of the old oak schoolhouse, graffiti lingers on the wood. People strollGrafitti3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
nearby, along square sidewalks, carrying their umbrellas in one hand and their briefcases in the
other. The adults scoff in disgust as they see the assortment of colors, some even announcing,
"What is that? Some kind of art? That's disgraceful." Despite the harsh words, the graffiti
remains, as if it knew they were plagued by ignorance. They didn't know who the graffiti was
supposed to be, or what it was supposed to mean, they only knew they didn't like it. The sides of
the schoolhouse rested just close enough to the pavement to allow those nearby to hear the most
miraculous conversations. Some talks featured giddy gentlemen singing show tunes, while others
were of whiny women gossiping. On more common occasions, charming children laughing and
yelling were heard.