MisscommunicationI am too excludedMisscommunication1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cast out amongst the dark
For your eyes to ever see
That I’m falling apart
I paint upon a canvas
With invisible ink
But I realize you’ll never know
What it is I truly think
And as the days go by
My calls fall on deaf ears
My reality has become
One of my biggest fears
Deeper into the darkness
I shy from your light
Just like the sun needs the moon
I will be your night
I Am A MessengerAll of these things I have written.I Am A Messenger9 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
All these philosophies I have created.
All these writings I have made.
All the warnings and positive messages I have written in them.
.....I now know why I do them.
I was born in this world for a purpose.
It wasn't just to live my life. It wasn't just to enjoy life.
I am here to speak and listen to others.
I am here to debate.
I am here to create.
..................I know at least one purpose about why I'm here.
I don't know all the answers.
I myself ask many of the same questions you ask knowingly or unknowingly.
I am not perfect; I am flawed like every other living soul on this planet.
I am not immune to the hubris and ego that threatens to overwhelm my inner light.
I face the same internal battles as all my brothers and sisters.
But I take solace and peace in the fact that I now know one reason why I was born here.
I........Am A Messe
What Is Religion? Part IWhat Is Religion? Part I1 month ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Where am I?"
"Where you want be."
"What do you mean?"
"You are here. You are here for something."
"You are here seeking answers to questions you believed answered."
"What are you talking about?"
"You are here because something in the back of your mind calls to you. Something that cannot be buried away. Not by all you have learned, for it is constant and incessant in its desire to reveal itself to you. It is the truth."
"What is that truth?"
..."That what you believe in is both true.........and false."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"Your religion. Your belief. Much of it is false, while much of it is true, only it is corrupt and decadent, twisted from its true nature by the secret masters of the faith you so innocently worship."
"No, no. You're speaking lies!"
"Am I? Am I really? Think about it: what has led to you to do
No Matter How Hard We Try, We Can't Erase Our PastWe always try.No Matter How Hard We Try, We Can't Erase Our Past9 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
We always destroy.
We always hide.
We always conceal.
We always burn.
We always ignore.
We always edit.
We always falsify.
We always embellish.
We always desenitize.
We always numb.
We always deny.
We always circumvent.
We always avoid.
We always refuse to listen.
We always close our eyes.
We always cringe.
We always fear the retribution.
We never learn.
From the global to the national to the regional to the local to the personal, it's always the same.
Hide discomforting facts, conceal hidden knowledge.
Burn documents, seal documents.
Keep damning secrets you want no one to know under lock and key.
Bury them away and hope they'll never return.
Always denying the karma that always returns to get you.
Hide and burn and smudge and change and lie.
..............Don't you see?
It's pointless. It's pointless to run and hide from your fears and mistakes.
No Matter How Hard We Try....................
No Matter How Hard YOU Try..........
RainTodayRain1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
rain caught us by surprise
we started running for shelter,
but then you stopped
and, confused, I turned to you...
you gave me one of your big smiles
with your wet hair framing your sweet face...
we had forgotten
that the rain
was just another reason
to take our clothes off
Freaky and his little Johnny - Chapter 1 (ITA)Freaky and his little Johnny - Chapter 1 (ITA)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Dire che il piccolo uomo era spaventato sarebbe un eufemismo. Il piccoletto era letteralmente terrorizzato, pietrificato dalla paura.
Aveva appena realizzato di essersi andato a infilare nella tana della creatura e forse in un pericolo ancora più grande di un ratto.
Per darsi sicurezza, assunse una posa da pugile - C- chi sei? – chiese, cercando di conferire un tono sicuro e baldanzoso alla sua voce spezzata, fallendo miseramente – Non provarci nemmeno a farmi del male, altrimenti io-
- E’ la domanda che dovrei farti io, dopotutto… – lo interruppe il sussurro dalle ombre – …tu sai benissimo chi sono io – sospirò la voce.
C’era qualcosa in quel tono di voce, qualcosa che fece perdere un po’ della paura al biondo. Quello che aveva avvertito… era forse tristezza?
- Comunque stai tranquillo, non voglio farti del male –
Se inizialmente era un sussurro, l’ultima frase termin
Tantrum Time LordTantrum Time Lord2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"PLEASE Rose, oh please can we go in there, oh please!?"
"Come on Rose, just a look around won't hurt!?"
"I promise i won't overindulge myself, i'll just get one or two please!?"
"And anyway, don't you think that Amelia would like some too? Just for herself to enjoy like i do with mine, come on Rose, please!?"
"Please Rose please, please, please!?"
"Ow! What was that for?"
"You weren't listening to me and you were rambling."
"Oops, sorry love. What was it you were going to say?"
"I said that we could go in the bloody shoe store for your sneakers! You didn't have to be a baby about it, that's Amelia's job."
"Oh... i'm sorry, i'm so sorry."
"It's okay, now let's go in and get your precious sneakers before you die of a fit."
"I love you Rose Tyler."
"God forbid this one likes sneakers too."
"What is that supposed to... ROSE!"
I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES Part: 1I BELIEVE IN SHERLOCK HOLMES Part: 12 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It has been four weeks since John had been able to look at a newspaper or turn on the television.
He only answered his own mobile if it was Lestrade or the office(Mycroft soon gave up on trying to
As well as, had yet to disconnect the home phone, and usually let the phone ring out the answering machine.
His answering machine rang out, as he sipped a cup of cold tea.
Hey, it's Viv from work! Wondering if you wanted to catch a bite later? Call me!
Her tone was inked with cheerfulness, possibly attempting to shake a little John's way. Lord knows he could use it. She was a new assistant at the clinic he was working at, quite pretty, but also quite taken with the Sherlock Holmes suicide.
Metamorphobiait is a wonder all the changesMetamorphobia1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that one endures in a day
at dawn, in fear, desperation,
then words pull you from the abyss,
your lungs inhale a swift elation,
the eyes perceive a kind of bliss,
then clouds, dark clouds, again in silence
the rain, the wind, the sun again
at last the dark, the taste of violence,
the sensual rhythm of a train
and like emerging as imago
you exchange fear for delight
you are a thing of many faces
depressed by day, a god by night
Oneword: PatternOneword: Pattern2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
John winced on behalf of Sherlock as they approached the crime scene; the smell of rot was ripe throughout the lobby, the voices of several panicked guests echoed around the giant aquarium centerpiece where the body had been dumped, and the walls and carpet were covered in clashing textures which would make even a mute sick. John reached out to steady Sherlock's mind, though the well-controlled Sentinal hardly needed it. He was already focusing in on the relevant details and assessing the situation. John was swept up in his excitement for something new and interesting, but what exactly it was, John would have to wait and see.
The guests were beginning to stare at the two-man detective team instead of at the body now, their stress running higher at the sight of the sentinel amongst them. John threw his shields up around himself and Sherlock, willing the mutes to look away.
Surely enough, their gaze began to slide from one gaudy pattern to the other, eventually forgetting what they had b
Just Ask Doctor!Just Ask Doctor!2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Tenth Doctor was standing his ground, looking at Elizabeth with hard eyes.
"Just do it idiot! It's not that flipping hard!"
"No, I do not need her help!"
Elizabeth just shook her head at the alien, really, all he had to do was one little thing and it would be over.
"Doctor, just ask her where it is!"
"No, I do not need her to solve my problems every time something happens!"
"That's me, stupid Time Lord *smack*"
The Doctor rubbed his head where Elizabeth had jumped up and smacked it before glaring harder.
"Are you sure there not in here or in any of the other rooms we've checked?"
"Seriously Doctor? You even checked my room! What use would I have for it when i have a cane?"
"I don't know, you could modifiy it or something!"
"Doc,do you really think I would take your things without asking?"
The Doctor stopped and thought about that, she had a point.
"Well you could I mean
Together, No Matter What! (KH/PJatO crossover) 1Together, No Matter What! (KH/PJatO crossover) 11 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Together, No matter what! 1
Leanna had been through a lot before she met everyone at Camp Half Blood. She had run away from home to search for her father, as she found out for herself that the man that her mother had been married to was not her father. Sure they looked alike, which was the only thing that had kept her suspicion low and off guard. They both had light brown hair, their facial features where similar and he acted like her father. Don’t get it wrong, she loved her father with all her heart, he was the one who showed her how to wield her Keyblade. She called it the “Mickey Mincer” because it would mince all the heartless in the king’s honor. Yeah, and they all lived on a beautiful island just west of Twilight Town, and their mode of transportation was the gummiship they named “Excalibur.” Uncle Goofy and Uncle Donald were fun to hang out with, but she now wanted to know who her true father was, or pater as she preferred.
So she stole
Behind The "Truth"Behind every "just kidding" is a spark of liesBehind The "Truth"4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Right after every "it's not your fault" is a thought of "I told you so"
Underneath every "I'm fine" is a tiny whisper for help
Inside of all the "I don't want to talk about it's" is a beg for sympathy
Behind every "I love you." Is a desperate "Don't leave me."
All of the texts of "it's fine," are lies.
And all of the "whatever's" are "leave me alone's"
Inside of every fact there's a question
And with every lie comes an answer.
Jareth Character DetailJareth Character Detail1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Jareth Corsia of Fiona
Race: Sidhe born of Seelie
Age: 913 in human years
Father: Targoth Oakenroot of Gwydion, Sidhe of the Wood
Mother: Sarabel Whisperwisp of Liam, Sidhe Priestess of Titania
though still of Seelie descent and still seen as family by many of the House Fiona members, he no longer views himself as a Seelie Sidhe. he rather see's himself as Noble of the Unseelie court choosing to reject his heritage and their beliefs.
his father having been born of the forest takes great joy in tending to the woods of the world making them strong and crafting them into lush works of art by twisting the branches together as they grow. he see's little room in the world for anyone who does not see the tending to the world as a top priority and that played a large part in Jareths choice to leave. his father has now become a part of the forest he tends sitting inside a massive tree and using his oneness to disrupt human attempts at harvesting from his hedge.
A Jolly HolidayRose huffed and shifted the heavy bags in her arms again. It had been a long day, to say the least. Days like this were never the nicest, but today had been particularly frustrating.A Jolly Holiday4 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
It hard started with a phone call from the office over breakfast. Nothing too major, no invasions or anything reality threatening, but they had insisted on her coming in – on a Saturday no less! – for whatever emergency had struck Torchwood today. Normally they would ask both of them to come, and since they weren't asking for him Rose knew that this was probably something to do less with extra-terrestrials and more with extra paperwork.
He had offered to zip her over there, their house was the most mobile house anyone had ever seen, but she insisted on taking the car instead. He kept forgetting that they had one. She never liked taking the TARDIS grocery shopping, and she had some things to pick up on the way home.
He had kissed her a fond goodbye in the doorway, and she had ordered him not to
GrievingGrieving2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He watched Rose in sleeping form from the corner of her bedroom door before closing it and headed silently down the hall.
He was heading to his bedroom to sleep himself, his mind trying to ease the grief out that was still swallowing him after days.
He walked past a few doors before stopping at one with a straw hat on it.
He hesitated going into the room at first, thinking it be better if he went to bed, try to sleep and think better of everything in the morning, but his new body didn't obey him so.
His hand had twisted the crystal knob of the door and he had stepped into the room before his mind caught up with him.
He felt tears sting his eyes as he looked around the small room, dripping down his face into the fluffy carpet under his bare feet.
He walked on the soft floor, looking around the room, remembering the countless times he had been in there.
He sat down on the blue covered bed, rubbing the silk material of the sheets between his fingers as he took in the rough emerald green w
The Haersmann's oath.The Ideals of the Ulfran people seem to shine in their oath of service upon completion of training after being drafted and thrown into boot at the age of fifteen to then be trained until the age of eighteen and put into whatever branch of service they would serve best in. With entering the Ulfranes Haer and it's various other sub-branches of service comes both an obligation and a form of warriors honor-code that has been so deeply ingrained into the very civilization itself that it would be quite odd to not feel the vibe of fatalism radiating off of the oath.The Haersmann's oath.1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ég sver við sálir forfeðra minna sem ég skal þjóna landinu, það fólk og hár konungar, sem útiloka það og leiða volkerkreller af Ulfran fólk.
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