Sprinting Towards DemiseSprinting Towards Demise2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
By burning waters, and smoldering bridges,
I await the genesis of our animosity.
Make the move that gives me permission to strike,
make the move that will bring about your end.
Near draws the line that which I advise you to never cross.
Though to my eyes comes the image of your sprinting legs.
It would seem, that through your veins flows pure pestilence,
and that you wish to bring upon me, nuisances by any cost.
Good God, such a fool bound for my throat,
knowing not the patient blade that waits.
Honor averts it's eyes, as your charge draws to an end.
It wishes this good and done, just as I.
A swift jerk of my arm to your direction,
and make you, a last descent to the ground below.
Then burden leaves my shoulders,
as life outward, pours from your filthy heart.
Sudden SadnessSudden Sadness2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
She looked away from the large window in her room and sighed as another unprovoked and intense sadness racked over his small frame. She shivered, and clenched her eyes tightly shut in an attempt to fight the tears that would soon flow and not stop no matter what she did.
She had no idea why she cried like this. She knew there were things in her life that were sad, but, honestly, she didn't know why she was so overcome.
There were those in this world with lives far worst then her own, why should she cry over something as simple as a man, and a death that had been forgotten by everyone else.
Five months, and she was still crying.
The maddening sadness soon passed and she began to inhale through her nose and exhale through her mouth. It helped, sometimes, but sometimes it made it worse.
"Hey," Her brother said as he poked his head into the room without a single knock, not that it mattered, she couldn't lock her door anyways, "Dinner is done . . . hey, you okay?" He as
Scary Monster aNd Nice Spirite EnglishScary Monster aNd Nice Spirite English2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scary Monster and Nice Spirite
We all at some time feel it … this feeling, this sensation, this adrenaline. When we are in danger it is when more it appears and is what it gives us the force to go out of difficulty, all … WE ALL in this world have it, some of them do not develop it, others if, others simply see it as a curse … as I pass to my 3 years ago …
SMn´NS chapter 0
I was in the habit of being a normal girl, any world was saying that it was like an angel … (A nice spirite), was happy nice, sweet, had very good qualifications. My only friend (with the one that had more confidence) to the one that was telling him everything he was Jeff a boy of the same stature blond hair gray eyes, I was a girl of medium stature, chestnut-colored too clear hair, eyes color white honey, teas, many people were saying that my eyes seemed of crystal, that they were so pure, that
I Know, You Know -CHAP.7--DN-I Know, You Know -CHAP.7--DN-3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The following few weeks sucked. I mean really sucked. We arranged interviews with as many of Carter's ex-girlfriends as we could sniff out. Melissa Burnham was happy to help out with names but it was obvious she was disappointed that no progress had been made since I'd last seen her. That didn't help me feel any better.
We didn't learn anything from the exes. We recorded all of the interviews and passed the videos onto L, but he concluded the same. We still scheduled periodic meetings after each new interview. The uncomfortable atmosphere in my office never got any easier. Every meeting would end up in awkward silence, at which point L would then leave and the rest of us would breathe a sigh of relief.
The police officers involved and I were all in unsaid agreement that L was truly unusual. Nobody had said anything outright insulting about him though I'd certainly dropped a few bold comments but there were always a lot of knowing glances exchanged when L was aroun
SacrificeSacrifice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I stepped inside the flame!
Hoping to be forgiven for what I became!
Have I no shame?
Have I no guilt?
There's no such thing as blame
For all of the wrongs I've been dealt
Point the finger
Only at the world
Watch you band together
And witness you antagonize another
Wrapped inside of society's shadows
And little did they know
They were only born to be scapegoats
That's the harsh way to say it
It's only because the truth is filled with hatred
Bystanders just turn a blind eye
As they feed their relief with made up lies
That's all they know how to do
They're too afraid of being dragged down with you
They know what's right
But it's clouded by discriminative eyes
We're only given the gift of a last glance
A half a second of pity slips through our hands
It's all we will get
A taste of
Deadbird BackgroundDeadbird Background4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I apologize in advanced for any spelling or grammatical errors -- while I did read over this twice, I may have missed something. Sorry!
"The December wind wrapped itself around the two as they briskly made their way down the crowded sidewalk. They didn't mind the cold all too much for their sheer excitement kept them warm. A mother and a son had traversed into the Inner Sanctum of the Main City to prepare for the festivities. It was the 20th, and on the 21st a world-wide celebration would ring out in glory of their leader's name and birthday. It wasn't just a celebration for him, as on the 21st everyone shared in on the gift giving and good will spreading amongst their friends and loved ones. The mother and son, however, had missed out on their shopping and were forced to rush and see what they could get the night before.
"Every corner they turned and every step they took left them visually bombarded with fantastic, glowing displays of old time toys and new wave technology. Add
God LightWhen life gets too darkGod Light4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll be your guiding light
There to enfold you with my love
Deep into the night
You have only but to ask
And I'll be there
We are one and the same
For you are a part of me
And I am a part of you
And I love you all the more
Whatever you chose to do.
Big-headMe, me, me.Big-head1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I, I, I.
Self, self, self.
I'm like so amazing,
I'm always right.
Others get it wrong,
And look at me with spite.
Me, me, me.
I, I, I.
Self, self, self.
I'm smart and great,
I can dance and sing.
Look at my stunning clothes,
And my sparkly bling.
Me, me, me.
I, I, I.
Self, self, self.
They talk behind my back,
Those little gossipers.
They hate to hear my voice,
Jealous try-hard suckers.
Me, me, me - stop.
I, I, I - stop.
Self, self, self - stop.
Learn to be humble,
Learn to be kind.
Learn to be nice,
Don't just bare your mind.
You can't only think of yourself, you can't just call people names, you can't be horrible for no good reason.
You can't do that.
You can't hate everyone.
My best friendMad as a hatterMy best friend1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Twice as funny
Filled with chatter
Calls me hunny
Brown hair flops
Over his head
Dear candy pops
A traveller at heart,
Wants to go to New York
Never too far apart
I’ll go a good sport
Not alone as a friend
But more than just me
I hope not the end
When we go to uni
TearsThey drip down your face,Tears2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Racking sobs taking a hold,
With sighs released.
Celtic fire- prologuePrologueCeltic fire- prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In the Oryngi-Area, there are no lands, no continents. Only areas, and then only theoretic. Names, lines on a map- symbolizing boundaries- and each area had it's own folk.
Arynia sat there, staring at those lines. She was twelve, and very eager to learn. There were already secrets in Arynia's life. Secrets that had come to life through her father, and that frustrated her so much that sometimes, she thought they would drive her insane.
In general, she didn't have much to complain about. She led a happy life with her Father, in Naiga, an area populated by humans.
In general these humans were friendly, and they possessed a characteristic which is rare on Earth: they weren't scared of little weirdnesses. like Arynia's pointy ears, and very slim figure.
That's why she'd always had friends. Still, she was different, although now she didn't notice it very much. But it wouldn't be long before she would begin to see it.
She was on a little school, an Orna. There she g
The baby sittersEleven year old Kyle was up in his room doing his homework. He was almost done, but he was very unhappy. The reason why was because he didnt have much else to do after his homework. Oh he had lots of things he wanted to do, but he knew he couldnt do any of them because he was grounded. And in alot of trouble. And it was all because of his baby sitter.The baby sitters2 years ago in Settings More Like This
When his mother had to go out for the night, she hired a girl named Rachael to look after him. And for the rest of the day, he had to endure one act of abuse after another. But when he couldnt stand it any more, his mother (who came home early) caught him throwing a salad at Rachael.And boy was he in for it. She wouldnt believe a word of what he said. And no amount of begging could change her mind. Sometimes he still had nightmares about rolling around in the mud while she sprayed him with the hose. And he still missed his toy T-rex very much.
While he got grouded for 4 weeks and had both of his mom and dad set his rear on fire, Rachael
Survival in the Forest - a THG FanficTHG belong to Suzanne Collins. But that doesn't mean I don't wish I could take credit!Survival in the Forest - a THG Fanfic3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We could do it, you know," Gale says quietly.
"What?" I ask.
"Leave the district. Run off. Live in the woods. You and I, we could make it," says Gale.
I don't know how to respond. This idea is so preposterous.
"Let's try it," Gale begs.
"But what about the others? You know that Prim is a little duck afraid of her own shadow," I say.
"Rory can handle it. We can go through this reaping, then I can start to teach Rory how to hunt. And then Rory can teach Vick when he's old enough," he concludes.
I can tell he's been thinking about this for a while.
"So we'll just grow old in the wilderness?" I ask scornfully.
"I thought you didn't want to get married, didn't want to have kids," he says the same way.
"Then why don't we try it? We could survive at the lake. There's water. We have a source for getting food. Heck, I could show Rory where the lake is so that if th
Hunger Games Story Part 10Part 10Hunger Games Story Part 103 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Have you been watching me this whole time?" I call up to her. She responds by disapearing back into the trees. I have to place my hand above my eyes to shield the setting sun. Setting sun? Oh no....it's going to be dark soon, and I haven't even gotten a scrap to eat. Gale's not going to be too happy with me, I think, but if I manage to tell him about my almost constantly wandering mind, I'm sure he'll understand. Afterall, I've managed to find Rue in the process. Maybe she'll be another person to form an alliance with.
Rue quietly climbs down from the tree. I was wrong about what I had thought before. About her maybe being the enemy. She never was. I put my trust in the golden bird pin I now see on her shirt, taking note that it's the same pin my sister gave me before I left. There's nothing dangerous about Rue, and I should have known that from the way she watched me with those curious eyes back at the training center. It's like she wants to meet me, to be with me, to talk to
HappinessHappiness tastes like oranges,Happiness1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Freshly growing on a tree.
It smells like candy floss,
At the fair during the night,
It looks like the sun,
During that first summer dawn.
Sounds like butterflies wings,
Beating softly in the wind.
The glow in your stomach,
When you see that person.
The giggle you get,
When joking with friends.
The grin and smile,
After a hug from your mum.
The cold fresh air,
Inhaled on a foggy morning.
boys who love their grandmothersnever fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.boys who love their grandmothers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he will be too gentle with your lips,
too sincere when he whispers blessings into your ears
pleading that he doesn't deserve you.
his tongue will not slither between your teeth.
instead, the heat of his mouth will melt your scar tissue
until there is no trace of your travels.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he knows patience.
you will try to convince him
that it is one of the many virtues
you don't yet possess,
but he will dig through the flesh in your ribcage
until he finds it lodged beneath everything
you're too scared to confess.
he will teach you forgiveness, remind you that you are not a mistake.
he will wipe the trails of tears that always seem to decorate your cheeks
and replace them with rose petals, saying that he chose the color red
to match the passion he knows flows through your veins.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he will trace the freckles on your skin
Crayon SoulmatesDear Stars,Crayon Soulmates2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.)
I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have such dreams.).
He had hair as ebony as deep onyx and a smile that never grew up (Peter Pan would have been proud). He was magic in soul form, and smelled like cinnamon and the earth after it has rained. His eyes rivaled a lions on the best of his youth, his words were story shaped. His skin was an ink coloured canvas of wonder and even in crayon
Selfish Suicide"People who kill themselves are selfish."Selfish Suicide1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Well, darling, let me tell you a story,
A story all too true.
A daughter who became a wife, a wife who became a mother.
A mother of three girls...
One just above the age of a toddler,
One at the age of twelve,
And one entering the life of a married adult.
Now, the youngest girl was watching television,
And the oldest at the neighbor's home.
The twelve year old daughter sat at a computer with her closest friend,
When something terrifying happened.
Her mother was in the kitchen, coughing.
The daughter, although unable to see her mother, only could imagine the situation.
The mother walked calmly past the daughter with tears rushing down her face,
And up the stairs she went,
Into her bedroom...
Locking the door behind her.
The daughter, hearing the door lock, didn't bother to check on her mother.
She decided to expect and hope for the best.
Five, maybe ten minutes passed, the daughter still sitting at the computer,
When the mother stumbled down the
You said....You told me “friends forever”,You said....1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
More like ‘friends for now’,
As your sweet promises
Were just lies I allowed.
You said “we are best friends”,
More like ‘friends at best’,
As your solid affirmations
Were all digressed.
You told me “I need you”
More like ‘you need me’
As your statements
Were my last plea.
Why did you go?
Why did you leave?
I’m left here all alone
Trying, in us, to believe.