misdirectedI’mmisdirected8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
trapped back in time like
a sinner on something sweet;
don’t ask me to move on
kaleidoscope eyes never knew left
from right. I’m different, I’m different;
bleeding white and crying black and
flying out in a storm with paper wings)
I fell in love with a broken idol--
bruised throat and splintered fingers,
the most beautiful shade of purple
to ever fade out. He never knew
maybe I’m dumb.
maybe I forgot the way the world spins backwards
and that happy endings only come from fairytales
rewritten so that children can fall asleep.
in all my years I never quite learned
how to disappear completely,
this sickly escapism justified by the
promise of all my missing pieces:
a runaway’s prayer on shooting stars,
oh, please just take me
Star Scouts 4 - We are the Sailor Star ScoutsStar Scouts 4 - We are the Sailor Star Scouts2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the theater a drama queen monster was stealing the energy from cast and crew and the crowd. then just as everyone was falling to the ground all the lights in the theater went out, but so background lights. Those lights shined onto three lone figures standing on the stage on the three platforms.
"Stop right there, you ugly drama wanna-be." Shouted the figure in the middle. "Tonight was suppose to be fun."
"But Sailor Cancer, I think this is fun." Said the figure on the left.
"Me too." Agreed the figure on the right.
The one in the center laughed.
"Well yes, it is. But those people in that play worked really hard to get where they were today." she reminded them.
The monster looked at the three figures.
"And who are you three? And how did you avoid my attack?" The monster snarled.
one by one three spotlights kicked onto the three figures.
"I am the sailor of hope, love, and justice, Sailor Cancer!" The girl on the middle platform said.
"Likewise, I am Sailor Gemini!" Said the girl on t
Can't Stop Dreaming Ch3Can't Stop Dreaming Ch32 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I'm so sick of the annoying high pitched squeals from the girls in my class. I was tired and wasn't in the mood to talk and so I covered my ears with my palms. I looked to my right and saw Ciel being drowned in questions.
"Why is your hair blue?" a blond girl asked and felt his hair. He slapped her hand away with his new leather gloved hand, go me for buying them, and fixed his hair again.
"Don't touch me," he groaned and tried to relax in his seat but it was impossible.
"Feisty, but I like them," a snobby girl, wearing the least amount of clothing required, bent down and kissed Ciel on his forehead.
"Watch it," I growled at the girl, wanting to push her away. Her lackeys, more like desperate boy followers, laughed behind her and then glared at me.
"Name's, Rachel. We've never talked before," she said with her annoying prep voice and it irate me so bad, "This boy is obviously not yours. Please, he's mine now that I made him my target. That's totally legit, unlike you." She tr
Liquid BeautyMelodiesLiquid Beauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the air
A sudden lift
Reaching for the sky
A delicate balance
Of sweet chords
Interspersed with silence
The theme remains
But always there
Or in plain sight
Blurred and obscure
In centre stage
It's all there
And so much more
Infusing my mind
Down my spine
For inner peace
In the perfect stream
Of pure liquid beauty
Drifting to a close
FairytaleStay with me all through the nightFairytale2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Draw your sword and join the fight
Lead me from this broken path
Your heart is full of pain and wrath
Let me sooth your broken soul
Hold my hand til the midnight toll
I may vanish into the dark
Only to leave no trace nor mark
Seek me over the ocean vast
Until you find what you need at last
PeaceThe beginnings of a sunsetPeace2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ending a warm afternoon
A soft orange hint on the horizon
A warm glow on the bare branches
Long shadows cast on the ground
A cool breeze drifting in through an open window
Mingling with the birdsong
Melodies weaving through lovingly crafted lyrics
Delicate harmonies bringing harmony to my thoughts
Of summer in the depth of winter
Of calm in a hectic world
Of fleeting perfection
AloneLonelyAlone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But never actually seeing
Another nameless face
Forgotten in a heartbeat
An empty hallway
Not a soul in sight
Echoing against the walls
It makes no difference
It never does
I am alone
FeatherThe charred remnant of a feather floats softly to the ground, it's airy path undisturbed by strong wind or the slightest breeze. Silence has fallen over the city, in every direction you look there are discarded items of lives long gone purses, bags, shoes; even the roof tiles of the many once proud standing buildings have chosen to loosen from their bonds and slip away to the ground.Feather2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Smashed glass litters the pavement, each pool of glistening fragments a mere memoriam of the cars and windows that once bore the winds and weather. For a brief moment you feel the warmth of the sun on your skin before it is once again snatched behind the sheet of perpetual cloud it is comforting. Daylight is quickly retreating, and tonight will be a fresh battle.
Today? Today is just day 53.
Who do you see?When you look at me,Who do you see?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Who do you see?
Do you see the child?
Laughing at everything
Who plays for hours
In falling snow,
Untainted and pure
Like the crystals of ice,
Ignoring life's pressures
And letting go
Do you see the invisible?
The shrinking violet
Hiding in plain sight,
A forgotten face
Blending into the background,
In the corner of your eye,
Watching from their shell
While safe from harm
Do you see the daydreamer?
Lost in thought
And full of wonder,
Feet on the ground
But head in the clouds,
And inventing new worlds,
A free spirit
That can't be tied down
Maybe you see the optimist?
Finding the silver lining
To the darkest storm cloud,
Looking on the bright side
For that ray of hope
Or perhaps the actress?
Pretending it's fine
And holding together,
While ever so slowly
Do you see someone else?
A single facet of a gem
One reflection in the hall of mirrors
Or do you see me?
The face behind the masks
The soul underneath
LinesThe clean lines of his spotless leather briefcase clashed against the creases of his slightly ruffled shirt, his equally ruffled hair, not quite faded into the dull, uniform brown of a London businessman. Designer spectacles framed his tired weary eyes, as he clutched his briefcase with more attended care than he gave to his faintly scuffed shoes, or the loosened navy tie that had only narrowly avoided the untidy treachery of rushed coffee and a leaking ballpoint.Lines2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
He walked with a disciplined gait, but with the type of wistfulness that was startling in a man so young. It wasn't characterised by indolence, and certainly not disinterest. It was the quiet disappointment of a man who had gone to the party but all the best people had already left. The sentimentality of his features broke the monotony of his appearance like a cream carnation amongst a bed of pure white roses. He was the kind of man whose head was always full of ideas on the bus to work, but never on the way home.
NaPoWriMo Day: 1I’ve got 30 daysNaPoWriMo Day: 18 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to defy Icarus:
teach this rose thorn heart
how to fly.
[ All I want to be
is the space between
But, I’m here,
ripping holes in blank pages
while nursing nebulae knuckles
with white plastered walls.
Lolwhut 2Lolwhut 23 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Stranger: hi 17 m here
You: I came here to chat. Not find someone.
Stranger: m or f?
You: I'm not telling you.
Stranger: do u have facebook?
You: No. And I never will.
Stranger: have skype?
Stranger: lets see ur face
You: I do.
You: But I'm not telling you my username.
Your conversational partner has disconnected.
dedication pageDedicated todedication page3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
My dearest mother
My brother (he is Alexander Ian-Vaune Marstel, His last name is Dellefemine as my mother's is)
My sisterly friends
My baby sister
My aunts too
And even my own cat.
Richard ArkwrightRichard Arkwright was born in Preston, Lancashire, in 1732, december 23. He had 12 siblings and he was the 13th child, the youngest. His parents were very poor and couldn't afford to send him to school, so his cousin Ellen taught him to read and write.Richard Arkwright3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
He was a barber's apprentice and an ambitious man, he wanted to run his own company.
He started a wig making buisness in 1762, he travelled the country collecting discarded hair.
On his travels he heard about attempts to create new machines for textile industries.
He met John Kay, who was a clock maker from Warrington, who had been trying to make a new spinning machine with Thomas highs of Leigh.
Since he came from a tailor's family, he knew alot about the cloth industry. In 1733 someone invented a "flying shuttle" which sped up weaving. Raw cotton was being imported and made into cloth, but spinners couldn't work quickly to supply weavers with threads.
He employed John Kay and some craftsman to make a machine called a "spinning frame" t
Chapter 1Chapter 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Roaming through the fertile plains of Asia I look up to catch a glimpse of a succulent,mouth watering,wapiti drinking from the stream. Head lowered in attack position I creep towards my prey. Slowly inch by inch I narrow in on the unsuspecting victim. Closer and Closer I get and adrenaline starts to course through my veins. I get ready to pounce. BEEP. The wapiti darts away as I search for the sound that spooked my lunch. BEEP. I roar with all my might. BEEP. "Wake up Jeremy or you'll be late for school!"
I open my eyes to realize it was just a dream. "Come on Jeremy get dressed and get your bag, or your not going to be able to eat before you get to school!"my mom screamed from the kitchen downstairs. "I'm up!" I yelled back in sleepy frustration. Then jumped out of bed and quickly got dressed, grabbed my book bag,my laptop,and my I-phone as I headed out my room. "What
I'm Unique...I'm Unique...3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like no one else.
It's not my fault I'm...different
I just happen to see things; little details most people ignore.
I look at things from a whole new perspective...
And sometimes it makes me...misunderstood...
I'm creative, My own person.
I choose not to follow the crowd.
I might be an outcast, but at least I'm me.
CH - Flying ClassThe day of their first Flying lesson, Ursula was little more than a wreck. Shaken from a soggy Charms lesson on aquamenti in which Harlie had doused her with towards the end of the lesson, she wasn't quite sure that she wanted to make her day worse by showing off a terrible fear and lack of talent with what had to be the most classic form of wizard transport. How did one study for flying class? She had fretted on the way there, listening to Charles and Harlie argue about whether or not the class was of any value, and to the rustle of cloth that was Clement playing with his robes as he trailed behind them.CH - Flying Class3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Luckily, it's a warm day," Harlie piped finally, turning to walk backwards to offer her a stunning grin, "so your hair will dry out nice and quick, right? Especially zooming around on a broom!"
"I doubt," Charles supplied coldly, "That we'll be 'zooming' anywhere. It will probably be a rudimentary lesson on broomsticks and then a lesson to see if we can even
ReAnimated: Survival pt 2ReAnimated: Survival pt 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The night was filled with the pitter-patter of the falling rain on the dull green tents, faint yellow lights were peeking out from its shelter. The ground churned and slid as it turned to mud and loosen its self from the binds of the earth, squishing beneath the dirt-caked boots of patrolling soldiers. Dim lanterns hung on poles at the entrance of each of the dozens of tents, the canvas roofs dark with moisture and weight. The sky loomed grimly above, black with clouds, occasionally letting out a small clap of thunder, startling the few creatures that stalked the surrounding forests.
The chopper's landing gear sank heavily in the dark mud. The boot prints in the mud were craters that filled and melted with each consecutive rain drop. The high metal chainlink fence surrounding the camp was watched on all sides by soldiers who shivered in their gear and whose rifles tattered and clicked with each involuntary jitter of the cold, their
All Year RoundAll Year Round3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're a festival opening night
Sticks with me like the moonlight
You're a song in January
An aura I can't get used to
Don't care what I'm putting myself into
You're the sweet smell of summer,
like ginger and garlic
and chocolate and beer,
I can't get tired of, I fear
But if you're the bloom of spring
then stay until the bells ring
at eleven, or after, even
Though rain may come
Let's just lie on our bed
cold and calm
safe and warm
And if you're my Christmas carol
Let's kiss under the parol
and exchange our sweet endeavors
And from day 1 and 365
You made me feel more alive
Fireworks appear from a distance
It just took one glance
to know whether or not,
there's a match between our hands
Paint Me A PicturePaint me a picture of a summer's dream,Paint Me A Picture3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of your face placed sweetly next to mine,
Breath softly mingling,
Hands and fingers intwined.
Give me a painting or a raging waterfall,
Of cool, misty spray in my face,
Roaring rushes of water like the blood surging in my veins when we meet.
Show me a picture of young growing things,
And magnificent oak trees,
Of what we are,
And what we could (are meant to) be.
Give me a glimpse of a running deer,
Flying through the bushes,
But gone without a trace and only a whisper
Of a breaking twig in parting,
And a promise that I will see you again.
Sketch me a drawing of a soaring hawk,
Tawny wings outstretched over strong,
How my heart is held aloft when our gazes meet.
Show me a hide-away cave,
Cool stones and ivy in a place where no one knows,
Like the glaces that only we understand.
Paint me a picture of this world,
And all of the good things in it,
And I would have a painting of you.
You ThinkYou think I can't tell when you're angry,You Think3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That I don't notice when you're upset.
You think it's all a secret,
And if you don't tell,
It will go
As though I don't know you well enough
To read the furrow of your brow,
The sad, searing hurt in your eyes,
The downward set of your lips.
You think you can deny it,
And fool everyone.
You only fool yourself.
You think you are so sly,
Tugging down your shirt sleeves
So no one can see
Last night's damage.
You think you are the only one who is
You don't realize that when I look at you
I see me.
HellYou don't know what it's like,Hell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It's not h o t,
From the ceiling
Like bloody fucking d
CoffeeHe knows my secretsCoffee3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He can see my scars
I didn't mean to let him know
But he does anyway
And he doesn't care
He says they make me more beautiful.
What is love?Love is something you don't know anything about unless you experience it. It is such a consuming emotion and feeling, both physically and mentally. You don't stand a chance against it. You are helpless to the person in question. They hold the key to your mind, body and soul and you cannot function or live without them. When things are fine, nothing can bring you down, but when you fight, it tears you apart. Love is forever, regardless of if you are still with that person when you are old and gray. Love survives the grave and you always remember that first person you really, truly loved. Love is an oxymoron. A beautifully tragic danger.What is love?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This