CementationCementation1 year 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.
Angels On The Launch PadAngels On The Launch Pad1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Angels on the launch pad,
Ready and raring to go.
Duty to fulfil.
Battles to be won not lost.
Angel One is always manned.
Angels Two and Three on standby.
The other two off duty,
Their shifts ended for now.
But they'll always be ready.
Deadly and accurate fighters.
With the word,
Angels are launched.
And Spectrum is green. S.I.G
F-59A Sabre II SpecificationsF-59A Sabre II Specifications1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
F-59A Sabre II
The F-59A Sabre II is an advanced 5.5 generation medium weight stealth fighter designed for air superiority. It is powered by a single PDT-60 variable cycle engine that produces 40,000-60,000 lbf (18,143.69-27,215.54 kgf) of thrust via a 2 dimensional thrust vectoring nozzle. This advanced engine can propel Sabre II to a maximum speed of Mach 2.4 at 30,000 ft (9,144 m) while providing efficient cruise performance. Agility is on par with the F-22A Raptor due to the 2D nozzle and very large control surfaces and wing area.
Dimensions & Capacities:
63 ft (19.2 m)
47 ft (14.32 m)
12 ft (3.66 m)
2, Pilot, WSO (2 seat models)
22,000 lbs (9,979 kg) empty
55,000 lbs (24,947.6 kg) MTOW
45,000 lbs (20,411.6 kg) TCW
Internal Fuel Capacity:
18,000 lbs (18.143.7 kg)
2,666 gallons (10,092 L)
Mach 2.4 (1,416 kts, 1,629 mph, 2,623 km
R I S S MAN.heh-really?R I S S MAN.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is this how you would want it to be?
Anything but a ravishing melody?
Don't make me swim in your cascade of lies.
Just be frank -just with me , forget the old ties
in regards of your issues- It's engraved in the past.
Now is now- then was a while back- and later is to cast.
i should stop- and you should stop. wasting my time forming a daily tear-
concocted from effort plus misery- to satisfy your sulking ass,dear.
You never came by when my heart was hurled - bleeding.
you've always made the gesture to walk off- fleeting
away from the worst- only present at your fine time.
when i was isolated from all- excluding you. you simply- don't rhyme.
I've tried to support you, with all my attempts, heavy and light
with anything - that would be considered sane, kind - and right.
i tried to sustain you, fix your frown,you would never be alone
with me- i wanted you- i beckoned for your love- you just threw a gnawed bone
that was retrieved from my ribs, you we
Coat-boyCoat-boy1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Let me tell you about the story of my friend Jesse.
Now of course, Jesse is Mexican, and in the Spanish alphabet, the "J" is pronounced like the English "H", like José.
So for the remainder of this story, call Jesse in the manner I say his name: "HEH-SEE".
Anyway, Jesse is obsessed with this coat he owns. He wears it so often, I nick-named him "Coat-boy".
I'm not fully sure as to why he wears it all the time; maybe he wears it to hide his somewhat chubby figure (I can relate *tears*). He also is on a pill-prescription of sorts, though he calls them his "Pizza-tablets". Whatever those pills do, I have no idea.
One day Jesse gets depressed, and he is out of Pizza-tablets. He decides to order a pizza.
Jesse cooks a large cheese pizza and put it in his car. Jesse then gets in his car to deliver the pizza.
Jesse knocked on the door.
Jesse opens the door to pay for his pizza. Jesse realizes he has no money, and he wants that pizza.
Jesse told him that if he wanted to get the
EnduranceTo fight may be fatal.Endurance2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To run may bring temporary relief.
But to endure.
To endure is brutal.
To confess may go badly.
To give up may bring regret.
But to endure.
To endure is torture.
To tell may deter them.
To forget may bring tragedy.
But to endure.
To endure is Hell.
To endure is to see.
Day after day.
What you failed to grasp.
What you were too innocent to see.
What you lacked the courage to say.
To see it taunt you.
Like a reoccuring nightmare.
In the waking world.
And the worst thing is.
Now it's too late.
Now you have no choice
Bored.Living to die,Bored.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dying to live -
Desire to leave
A generic beat.
Wishing to be
The one in your dreams
The one who can leave
A relevant beat.
Raiders of the rain.Raiders of the rain.2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A drumming army falls from the sky.
Dancing across my cheeks like tears.
I turn my face up high.
I relese all my pent up fears.
I throw them to the wind.
I run wild with the rain.
I forget all the troubles that life sends.
Today I am gooing to be free and insane.
I want to jump around.
I will dance, and I will sing.
I will run right through this silent town.
I will teach the empty people what it is to be free.
So let the rain fall down.
And soak life into the ground.
An army that exists all around.
Let your troubles go.
Let the walls around you fall.
Say yes when they say no.
The rain will dance through it all.
-crowTell me a lullaby ,crow-crow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
don't hush it like a dove,
i'm not scared of honesty.
don't give it to me sweet
refrain me from childish dreams
say it rough,say it loud-
remind me that I'm not perfect
I'm only external-just a talking shell.
an invasive breed- wandering on.
selfish, a glutton of everyone's
Tell me a lullaby,crow
so i won't close my eyes
scratch them open,crow.
i'm scared of being blind.
LET'S GO OFF TOPIC, SHALL WE?Just lay off the hate for the new generation(s).LET'S GO OFF TOPIC, SHALL WE?1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Sure the 5th isn't that creative, and Pokémon should take YOUR ideas (specifically ..MastertheCreater)
But still; they own a company, and have 5,000,000,000 dollars (not really) and how much do you have? I have no idea but still.
I don't know what my point is, but I like the 5th Gen, I like all of the Pokémon in it too. The downside is that B&W2 is just a sequel to the game. I wish they made like..I dunno, but they should make a new series/region, since people are putting away Pokémon. A new region and Pokémon would put me right back how I was when I was 3-10; obsessed.
Now, I speak my mind for the starters of the Generations; all of them.
First, let's start off with Unova. I know I talked about it first, above, but I wanted to judge the region. First, let's start with judging the Starter Pokémon. I only like Tepig and Oshawott. I'm so
IntimidationIntimidation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Je suis une personne pleine de gloire
Digne d'être méritoire
Avec des gens qui me font mouvoir
Je suis fondue au noir
Intérieurement, sans espoir
Je ne pense qu'à me voir
Morte de ne plus vouloir
Ne plus savoir
Ma vie devenue dérisoire
Est sur le point d'échoir
Dans un monde illusoire
A DingdongMy penis is grand in every sense,A Dingdong6 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And all the ladies love it-
They give it names, offer pence,
And always want to rub it.
Women met, though often chided,
Bestow upon it their affections,
But all I want to do is drive it
Into freshly-made confections.
Generation DownfallStumble into a mirrorGeneration Downfall2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
cracked edges and filthy horrors
spin in circles, remove the covers
lost the pamphlet of pocketed mothers.
Regal clothing over rotten skin
make-up blotching the sharks fin
false teeth to match the eyes
stoned to death with cloaked lies.
Technological advances silence past mistakes
history dies by the hands of false fate
we ruin our rights with promoted staff
passive suicidal characteristics, we act
Guile, or lackthereof
we color our future with obsessive lust
possessive traits, we redefine love
our demise is of self inflicted wounds.
FireFire10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I don’t know why, but Caleb kept silent vigil outside my tent. I could see the shadow cast by his hulking wolf form, breathing deeply in sleep. His ears were twitching, so I knew he was still aware of his surroundings. I wished I was capable of sleep like that. I closed my eyes for what seemed like the hundredth time, but to no avail. My mind was still spinning from the hollow stares everyone had when I had finished sharing my tale. It was as if they couldn’t believe I had gone through what I did. It wasn’t like I carried emotional baggage over what happened. What happened turned me into the person I am today. I hated that the group looked at me like I was damaged, like I was something fragile that needed to be handled with care. Willa looked visibly upset and so did Caleb.
Recalling my story had brought back a lot of the memories I tried hard to suppress. No, I wasn’t upset that I was dealt the crappy hand in life. I was more upset at the fact that my sto
Down TimeDown Time10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was being hunted. I could feel eyes on me, watching my every movement. Every so often, I would pause, and I could hear shuffling coming from the forest around me. Twigs cracked and branches snapped, I made my way down to the creek. I knelt to take a drink and was met with a furred mass driving into me from behind, pushing me into the water.
“Caleb! That’s cheating, we said that the creek was the safe zone!” I shrieked, laughing as I sat drenched in the very cold water. Caleb splashed in next to me, in human form again, laughing at me and making a snide remark at how I look like an indignant wet cat. I splashed him with water and called him a wet dog in reply. I struggled to my feet and sloshed out of the water, trying to get away from him. It honestly felt good to laugh. I hadn’t done it in so long, even before the epidemic hit. Life was just too serious for any actual fun. When I turned around to yell at him about getting my last set of clean clothes wet, but
HomeHome10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It took us most of the morning, heading into noon to find a new place we felt safe camping in. We also saw a lot of animals too, which was a good sign that there weren’t as many zombies around as our last spot. We all sat down for a rest and Caleb gently set down the only teen we had in our group. She nearly had a heat stroke from trying to push a cart over some rocks, and eventually Caleb took over. He remained in his wolf form for the entire trip, so I almost felt sorry for her, having to be so close to his heat. She seemed to be in better spirits now though, and the people seemed to be more relaxed around him as he helped to pass water out to everyone. Caleb lumbered over to me and plopped his furry hide beside me.
“I take it you like your wolf form more than your human form?” I asked him, stroking his fur gently. It was a lot softer than I expected, except the ridge of course hair running down his spine. He wiggled his tail in reply, and I couldn’t help but
The Maiden and the WolfThe Maiden and the Wolf10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was the only certified doctor at our base. Sure, we had some others that qualified as nurses, but none that had a license, none that many would trust with their life. Lucky for that, since it would fall on me to take care of wolfman, since I already knew what he was and that his temperature ran absurdly hot.
I couldn’t keep him in bed for long, though, as the next day he was up and itching to get out. I couldn’t let him out, since it would seem strange to other camp patrons that a man we had dragged in the night before, bloody and torn, is walking around as if nothing had happened. I had also sworn Marco, Will and Alan to secrecy over what he was. At least until I could get answers for myself.
“Dinner time, Wolfman,” I said as I lifted the tent flap, bringing in a heaping plate of venison. Lucky thing about living where we did- plenty of wildlife to go around since the zombies tended to steer clear of animals. The nickname made him chuckle.
“Cute, but th
Hunting PartyHunting Party10 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Scout teams are probably the most important part of our survival. We go out into the surrounding forests and kill off any zombies we find. I think my team, Sector Six, is probably the best at it. Instead of guns, our weapon of choice is bow and arrow. Crossbows to be more exact. They put just enough force behind the arrow and the ammo is reuseable. Of course, we have to clean it off thoroughly to avoid infecting the camp, but it’s a lot easier to do than finding ammo for guns. They’re also quiet. A gun will draw a mindless mob from miles around, whereas an arrow flies silently through the air. Perfect for a sneak attack.
It was our turn to go out, and as we left the gates of the compound, we heard howling echoing off from the distance. We didn’t really think much of it, since most animals made it out of the whole ordeal alive. There were sometimes zombie animals, but they didn’t seem to have the same mindset as the human ones, they usually just laid down and die
CORELINE: The Real-Time Strategy GameCORELINE: The Real-Time Strategy:CORELINE: The Real-Time Strategy Game1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
This would be pretty much on the vein of the 'Command and Conquer' series (as a whole, although 'Red Alert' and 'Generals' (and some stuff of the last two games of the 'Tiberium' saga) would be the emphasis) and 'Starcraft'. There would be several 'main' factions with a number of sub-factions that would have some kind of change in gameplay style and emphasise teamwork amongst players.
Currently, it is something worth thinking about. One idea would be a (not particularly official) war for Unobtanium on the edge of the Equestria System. The 'hero' factions are there to assist Celestia. The 'villain' factions are there to get as much of the Unobtanium as possible and make a run for it, possibly with the necessity to silence some witnesses.
+NERV: They are essentially a 'rope-a-dope' faction. Their basic units (infantry, tanks, air) are pretty lousy, but their bases can become pretty hard to breach from the very s
History of the Iraq-Syrian WarHistory of the Iraq-Syrian War1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
With falling support and political turmoil, the dictator and president of Iraq, Malik Hassan Zaid al-Asad, had his military leaders devise a strategy to invade Iran during the Iranian Revolution in 1979. The hope was that if Iran fell, no one would be able to question the validity of the al-Asad regime. A week before Iraqi troops prepared to cross the border, American troops invaded Iran to "stabilize" the country. With US troops in Iran, the invasion was called off. al-Asad decided that Syria would then be a better target. Before any real battle plans could be draw, al-Asad ordered the invasion. The invasion caught the Syrian military by surprise, but Iraqi supply lines quickly broke down during the Battle of Deir ez-Zor. Syria managed to recover from the shock and go on the offensive. After defeating the Iraqi Army at Deir ez-Zor (1980), they began to push them back to the border.
With Syrian troops close to the border, retired general, Akbar Khalif Rajaa al-Anfal, was forced back in
What You DoWhat You Do2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Whenever I am by your side,
This warm feeling fills my gut,
And a smile creeps across my lips.
It's not like i always want
To feel happy,
But I can't help but feel this way
When I'm around you.
Perhaps, it's because you
Don't see me like everyone does:
The nerdy girl that always has
Her nose in a book
And her head in the clouds.
You see me as a girl that you can
Complain to when you're annoyed,
Listen to when you're bored,
And laugh with when you're down.
You see me for what I truly am,
And I appreciate that,
But that doesn't mean I appreciate
This lighter than air feeling that I get
Or the strange things that you do to my heart.
Then again, when we're talking about
A guy like you,
Those things are trivial
And I'd deal with them any day
For a conversation with you.
Burning your lettersOur love was burningBurning your letters1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Your lies then turned to ashes
Rising to the sky
Virtues Forgottenshe wonders softlyVirtues Forgotten2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so they see the rays of light?
the cracks in our facade of civility
the mirrors we hold
she whispers to the moon
only your light does not lie
it is so delicate
i'm afraid it will shatter one day
she covers her eyes, but the tears show anyway
why are you so beautiful,
but so unloved?
chased with mockery and disdain
you are more precious to me than my life
i will pledge myself to you
i am your shield
i am your sword
i am your priestess
but the moon will never answer
for it has no lips