Dreams from Far AwayWatch the sunset from your windowDreams from Far Away2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And pretend you're in the city
Pebbles and cobblestones fill your pillow
And level all simple boundaries
Imagine for a moment
That they'll never know your name
Identities came and went
All but a never ending game
Dream of the freedom
In a place that never sleeps
The sounds of the street a quickening drum
To wake you from bad dreams
Believe me my friend
You'll get there someday
Time will soon descend
To take you to the city, far away
Someone to love: ArrivalChapter One: ArrivalSomeone to love: Arrival2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"He has entered the city mistress" said a well-dressed Asian butler.
"So he finally made it about time" a whimsical feminine voice rang out from the darkened room.
Yugi Moto a young man of short height a wild hair stood on the side of the road in the bustling city holding his luggage and a piece of paper given to him by his grandfather, may he rest in peace, giving him directions to his long lost aunt, Yuko Moto, who had left their home town before yugi's birth to "get away from the dead end life of Domino". After his parents had passed away all Yugi had was his grandfather. That was until six months ago when they found the tumor. Now all he had was this note to some unknown relative in a strange city.
Yugi looked around when he felt a hand on his shoulder, startled Yugi turned around to meet two bright blue eyes set behind a pair of glasses. The said eyes belong to a very tall male dressed in butler's getup; he had short black hair and a very kind smile.
SchimbareMa scufund incet in siguratate si nu mai pot sa ies,Schimbare2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ma trage tot mai mult la fund si simt ca nu reusesc,
Ma intreb cateodata cine sunt, ce rol am in viata
Insa nu imi dau seama, privirea-mi este in ceata
Daca reusesc sa scap voi deveni un soldat,
Inaintez fara remuscari, voi deveni izolat
Vocile din capul meu ma vor indruma sa trec peste tot,
Voi fi setat tot timpul pe "auto pilot"
Ma voi schimba total, nu voi mai fi acelasi,
Nu voi mai fi baiatul bun pe care il cunosti,
Voi deveni baiatul rau de care se tem toti!
Corpul va deveni gol, lipsit de suflet,
Sentimentele vor disparea ca un fulger.
Ca o marioneta umbland prin lume,
Probabil voi face mai mult rau decat bine.
My OneA stream of thoughtsMy One2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bombard my soul
And I know
The way we met, our past
The intense feelings we have, our present
The life we'll live together, our future
My one and only;
The girl of my dreams
The one I want to make happy
Until the world ceases to exist
Joy and Happiness entwined
Forever hung around my neck
The kiss like glittering stars on my skies
Your embrace my only peace of mind.
For ages and centuries
The dream of seeing you
The reason I held on strong
Remember that fateful day?
When I held you in my arms
Warm and soft
Like a sunlight bath
Our lips locked
And I felt alive
Feelings I've never felt before
Electricity and warmth on my veins
Oh the feeling of being with you
Of being in love
You are the one
Something In The SongThere's something in the songSomething In The Song3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That sets you running free.
A stirring in your soul
Thrumming with the melody.
Hammering heart is skipping,
Quickly with the beat.
Imagination taking hold
As you listen to the key.
And in the tempo you will find
Wonders beyond belief.
Oameni griI-am văzut ieri, pierduţi în cenuşiOameni gri3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Închişi în celulele limitării şi normalităţii
Şi îi văd şi azi: oameni trişti, oameni gri
Care au uitat să se bucure de a fi
Încuiaţi în televizor, între nelinişti ce dor
Stau, stau, stau si otravă ei sorb
Stăm închişi între zidurile acestei societăţi
Mediocre, naive, reduse şi de mult pierdută
Neavând curajul de a dărâma această redută
Pe care ne-o creăm prin ignoranţă
Laşi, laşi, laşi, înrobiţi zi de zi
Morţi, morţi, morţi, dar încă vii
Pierduţi în nelinişti ce dor
Vedem clipele ce prea mor
Alergăm, alergăm, alergăm şi ne pierdem in noi
Căutăm, căutăm, căutăm soare dar găsim doar ploi
Oversea loveI can feel your presence in my heart,Oversea love2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Anywhere you go
Whether it be across the world
Or right in my home
The smell of you hair and the touch of your skin
Is imprinted in my mind
If I close my eyes and think about you
I learn your not hard to find
Nothing will ever change between us
I've loved you from the start
No mountains, oceans, or distances
Can keep us apart
I want you to know that I've been faithful
I know you've been true to the test
Because if your here in my heart
Then you've never truly left
MaybeMaybe if I stare a little longer,Maybe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe if I wish a little harder,
Maybe if I cry a little less,
Maybe if I smile a little more.
Maybe if I notice every detail of your pictures, one bye one. Maybe if I keep them all in my pocket, my wallet, my phone and my heart. Maybe then, I wont feel so far apart. Maybe if I look at those pictures every day, every time I want to cry, every time I want to just give in and die. Maybe then there will be a little less asking "why??".
Maybe if I replay that accidental voice message you left, over and over.
Maybe if I go through the messages I saved.
Maybe if I pull forward every memory I kept safe in my mind.
Maybe if I put on all my make up, dress all pretty, and act my sweetest. Maybe if I smile a lot, and use my soft voice. Maybe then your family wouldn't hate me so. Maybe if I dance around all sweet and swift, and never show the heaviness in my feet. Maybe if I don't stay up late, do all my homework, pull straight A's. Maybe then they will see me as
war has been brewingwar has been brewing2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
After a long period of peace it seemed war had been brewing. Some ten years ago the largest family of the lands fell into oblivion when the heads of the family and top generals suddenly fell ill and died within a short period of time. Without their leaders and supporting fighters the herd was doomed. It didn't take long for other families and rogue groups to steal and kill most of the once vast amount of horses which were part of the Nuran. Those who did not die or join other families disappeared from the lands and weren't heard of ever since. And without any sign of the perpetrators the lands fell into complete chaos..
The change of leadership has affected the lands of the Cherry Oak greatly and things have never been the same since the 'great event'. Yet life goes on and the constant struggle of survival continues. The hierarchy is ever changing: some get promoted or start herds of their own and some will be swept from the lands to rot in the barren outlands. Which path you wi
TheStrangeOneTheStrangeOne2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
The Strange One
I appearance differently now
My nickname still
but now its new
they all whisper
The Strange One
I've change quite a lot
Everyone doesn't pay attention
mostly i appear randomly
like a ghost
Hiding in the crowd
through my own path
to the darkness
where I hide
in my spare time
Kinda like a vampire
almost vladmiri Tod
Always in dark clothing
being a vampire
and hiding away in the dark
Call the Goth boy
or vampire kid
I look at them
stare at them cold
Telling them to back off
I walk off
being the strange one
which people whisper
to each other
I'm not noticeable
which is good
because scaring them
and surprising them too
At the park
reading a book
someone sits down
Its vladmiri Tod
giving me a warm smile
The Strange One
I call him
The Goth boy
Emos and Goths
get along well
look out for each other
Emo and Goth
in some ways
One of my friends
still calls me
Our Paths Shall Cross Again (A Yami Yugi Story)Name: Taylour Night (Alter Ego Atemmi Night)Our Paths Shall Cross Again (A Yami Yugi Story)2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Looks: Deep purple eyes and long straight brown hair with blond highlights.
Millennium Item: The Eyes of the Nile (It was created by Atem after the other millennium items especially for Atemmi.)
Personality: Taylour Is very child like, bubbly, and shy. While Atemmi, like the Pharaoh is Taylour's stronger half, but also is fun, bubbly, and has an overall kindness to her.
Deck Type: (Seeing as I have this type of deck myself an that not a lot of dueling will actually take place) Magicians and Magic Deck (Soul card is Magicians Valkyria)
History: Taylour found the Eye of the Nile on a trip to Egypt she took when her father went exploring there. She became very attached to it and found that it held a power that she could never fully understand. Atemmi was the Pharaoh's "love interest" thousands of years ago. She was a princess who was training to become a magician. Like how Mana is the Dark Magician Girl, she is Magician's Valkyria in a
New Techniques- Tg [Ch.1]New Techniques- Tg [Ch.1]2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Finishing before everyone else I entered the locker room to take a quick shower. The water always feels so warm, so comforting. My trick was to take a slightly cold shower before I entered the pool. The pool was always cold. Around 65 degrees was the warmest its been. Anyway I finished with my rinse and went to change. I was about to take off my swimsuit when I noticed it was really tight tighter than it had been. Not only that, it had grown bigger. To see I stood in front of the mirror. I found it amazing; my Speedo had grown up my body into the girls swimsuit. This is so weird. I attempted to take it off again, but it wouldnt. I was afraid at what would come next. My skin tingled as two lumps grew out of my chest. I then went into panic-mode. At his point I thought this might have just been a small joke.
I knew the other guys would be coming in from practice any second. I needed to at least get out of the MENs locker room. I found my things and mad
How to make Muffin-Tin PiesHow to make Muffin-Tin Pies2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This is a really fun recipe I use for the Holidays and parties! ^-^
The steps listed below will make approximately one/one-and-a-half batches of twelve mini mixed-berry pies. Just use a regular muffin tin, and you can use paper muffin cups if you like, but if you don't I recommend spraying the ENTIRE muffin tin (not just the cups) before putting in the dough to help them come out easier.
The Oven will need to be pre-heated to 350 degrees before the pies can go in the oven.
2 1/2 cups flour
1/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons of salt
1/2 cup shortening (I generally use Crisco)
3/4 cup butter (chilled)
6 Tablespoons of ice water
Making the dough:
1.) Cut up butter into medium-sized cubes and return it to the refrigerator for later use.
2.) Cut up the shortening and drop in chunks into a bowl of ice water.
3.) In a separate bowl (large), combine flour, sugar and salt and then mix well.
3.) After they are chilled, remove the shortening from ice water, the but
Love at First SightLove at First Sight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The smallest look in your direction,
And I knew you were the one.
The way my heart stopped when my eyes met yours,
How I speechlessly gazed at you,
When I couldn't even blink an eye,
In fear of you disappearing
In that one second,
Becoming a figment of my imagination.
The sparks between us flew instantly,
And I knew it all pointed to love.
I was a victim of Cupid and his toxic arrows.
You were the one,
My angel sent from above,
My prince coming to save me on his steed,
My sould mate who would stand by me everyday,
My other half who would love everything that I am,
The keeper of my chipped heart,
Who would make it whole once again.
Filled with every shade of green,
Like a beautiful, peaceful forest,
And flecks of gold,
Oh- so- gorgeous,
They mesmerized me.
The color of the darkest night sky,
Mysteriously covering your face,
As if attempting to hide in the shadows,
Tempting me to uncover what secrets were hidden deep inside.
It was like not
Ultimul visMa intind privind o steaUltimul vis2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ma intreb cum poate el sa te aiba
Iar eu nu te pot avea..
Si cu fiecare secunda numar un regret
Ce cu fiecare lacrima curge incet
Privirea imi e in acelasi loc
Si totul se intuneca usor
Dar raza ei,ramane acolo..
Raman peste un norisor
"Ma intreb,oare zbor?"
Si totul se invarte in jurul meu
Apas play doar pe cele
Ce legatura cu tine aveau..
Ca un soarece anesteziat
Gandul asta te-nfioara
Presupun ca e ultima oara
Si cu o ultima incercare
Sar din disperare
Intr-o amintire de demult
Si clopote incep sa bata
Pentru mine,ultima data...
You're Just...You're Just...2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
My heart skips a beat, like a skipping stone,
It's a rush.
It's like moonlight. To fade away,
it takes a word that's longer than a while
sweet as the sound of a chime
like the words of a poem that rhyme.
like soft rose petals. I'm taking dips
in the ocean of your talk.
when you walk that walk.
freezes time, oh, I can write a book.
the only one I see now.
Hetalia PrussiaxReader- Peeps, Part 1Hetalia PrussiaxReader- Peeps, Part 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
_____ cheerfully stepped onto the front porch of her boyfriend's and his brother's house, and knocked on the door to the beat of the old tune "Shave and a Haircut", ringing the doorbell for the last two beats. The man who came to the door, Ludwig Beilschmidt, knew exactly who it was before even opening the door just from the manner in which she knocked upon it.
"Hallo, _____," he greeted her in his gruff, yet still somewhat gentle voice.
_____ smiled brightly. "Hi, Luddy! Is Gil home?"
He grunted, displeased that she used his nickname, and opened the door wider for _____ to come in.
_____ had been to their house many times before, and knew exactly where to go. "Gil!" _____ called near the closed door of the basement. "Are you in there? I brought a present!"
The basement door immediately burst open and out bolted the Prussian albino. He was going so fast that he accidentally ran into _____ and knocked her down, and _____ taking him down with her.
"Ow..." _____ rubbed the back of her hea
LibertadLibertad2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Libertad was the only foal born unto a happy, but average family. His father was the typical young stallion, ambitiously striking out from his herd in order to start a family of his own; while his mother, on the contrary, was in a word, a goddess. The divine mare was a glossy chestnut with stark white eyes. Majestic white wings struck up from her shoulders and rested upon her back. When she galloped upon sloping hills or wide, spacious plains, Libertad witnessed how she unfolded her wings and took flight, soaring up into the sky like an eagle. She could just as easily conceal her set of wings as well, though. As her son, Libertad was born with his own pair of magnificent wings, but never learned how to hide them.
His mother disappeared after his second birthday, but he never blamed her for her actions, for he knew she loved him dearly. Libertad's father, left alone to take care of the cold, was unsure about Libertad. No new bachelors or mares would want to be in his herd with a creatur
ImagineImagin that you are standing on beachImagine2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
looking at all your friends playing in the water
but you are standing in the shadow
from a thorn bush.
you want to go into the water whit your friends
you start to move
but when your skin toush the sunlight
it hurts and you move backwards
you hit the thorn bush,
it becomes alive and start to draw you in
you struggle but
it hurts to much
at some point you give up
and stop struggling
as long as you don't try to get out
of the thorn bush
out to your friends
it docent hurt
but when you try
the thorn bush will tear your skin
until you cant handle the pain
you are alone
and there is no way out of the thorn bush.
Who Hears Rain Cry?Who Hears Rain Cry?3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Dark times fall upon us.
Like the snow at Christmas time.
Like rain in a rainstorm,
Washing away our souls...
Who hears rain cry?
The wails of despair?
Who ever hears the distress call?
That plays for all to hear.
Somewhere someone's drowning.
Unable to swim away.
Drowning in the flood.
Losing will to live.
One day she'll be found.
Lost in heaven above.
Shell cold as stone.
But she'll be fine.
Her wail gone from the rain.
PuzzledLook at me look at youPuzzled2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We don't seem to fit
Like two puzzles hat aren't meant to be together
So why does the picture look good?
Am I the only one that sees it?
What do you think?
Does the picture look better without the different puzzles connected?
To me it looks good
It makes sense
It fits so well and the picture is beautiful
The fit is perfect
Your arms holding me
And me holding you is perfect enough for me
So the picture doesn't make sense
It fits because I'm in love with you
Memories from the MoonlightMemories from the Moonlight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
--------Memories from the Moonlight---------
☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ☾ ❤ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽ ☽
Dancing underneath the moon,
Its shining touch,
Remembrance of life and love,
All to be forgotten,
In the blink of an eye,
as long as the wind whispers on my back,
The howls of the night whispering softly in my ear,
The memories of time gently fading,
The black and white photo dusty and broken,
Slowly aging as time trickles by,
How many minutes go by?
How many seconds have left the serenity?
Will everything be forgotten?
Only Time may tell...
Will hearts still be true?
And the wind still guiding me?
As one sits...
As one waits...
As one dances underneath the moon...
In hopes to find its lost memories of time.
Gummi Bear's StoryGummi Bear's Story2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When Gummi was young, she was short and small
Outside of her cave she was not allowed to go
She dreamt of the woods beyond her home
She wanted to see where the river does flow
She took one step out, against the rule and to everyone she was new
She met some of her kind and some that were not
Some big and grey
Some small and green.
Some way up high, spotty and yellow
Some furry and brown, hiding in the trees;
Running up and down, doing as they please
Her favourite kind, so gentle and sweet;
Was her friend whom now we'll meet
Dark brown in colour was his soft fuzzy hair
He was a rabbit often mistaken for a hare
Eating carrots was his habit
Indeed, he did not share!
Now in present time, they meet outside her cave,
Which you could say was once a day
He shared those carrots he did crave;
As they watched the stars, under the tree they lay
What they did not see beyond those trees;
Were two eyes of a mother who wasn't very pleased.
She called her husband, the most frightening bear among all;