Raistlin Majere: a portraitRaistlin Majere: a portrait11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Born the weaker of two
He has worked hard to gain his due
Bitter and cold to everyone he meets
Earning his trust is an impossible feat
Golden is his skin and white his hair
He only sees death in that yellow, frigid stare
The magic of old is his only love
But he does much more than from a hat, bring a dove
His ambition was to be a god
But he became a hero and never received a nod
The Master of Past the Present, a dark gem
He could have ruled the world, just on a whim
where the rusted roses laycurl up the corners of her paperback heart--where the rusted roses lay5 years ago in Typographical More Like This
the pages are bare,
but they can't turn alone.
Words of WisdomYou dont have to live in reality, but you have to know its there.Words of Wisdom7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
You dont have to be a part of society, but
you have to know how to work with it.
You dont have to be like everyone else, you dont even have to like everyone else, but you have to learn how to live with them
Concrete AngelShe walks to school with the lunch she packedConcrete Angel8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Nobody knows what she's holding back
Wearing the same dress she wore yesterday
She hides the bruises with the linen and lace
"Look, there goes Tema, wearing the same dress as yesterday." Mica laughed to his friends—most of the village kids. "What's wrong, Tema? Don't have any other clothes?" He sneered loud enough for me to hear.
Pinpricks of tears threatened to slip over my eyelids. I tried to ignore the taunting as I carried my lunch to the school house. So what if I have to wear the same dress twice in a row? So what if, tears were now spilling over my cheeks, I don't have pretty dresses like Tya or Lacy.
I sat at my desk, knowing I was lucky Queen Selenay had said that all kids were supposed to learn how to read, write, and do math. If I wasn't here, I'd be at home…with my mother…
Ha! Mother. I thought they were supposed to love their kids… I guess not…
I tried not to jar any of my bones or bruises as I co
Ode To Overzealous Christians.You think you're smart,Ode To Overzealous Christians.8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You think you're cool.
You think you have all the answers, don't you?
What's wrong with questions?
What's wrong with doubting?
How can we learn if all you're doing is shouting?
Yes, I'm a believer,
I love God very much,
But I can't help but think
How He must lose His lunch
Over how you misuse and abuse
His Words and His Message,
Twisting it to demean
Others so they don't stand a chance
Against you and your rhetoric
Your Pharisaecal teachings
And your silly little stance.
I know you sometimes mean well,
But non-Christians are not your enemy...
Believe in God and show His Love,
And THEN you'll have a happy Eternity!!!
Chrysania and RaistlinChrysania and Raistlin12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Chrysania & Raistlin
Come close to me revered daughter
feel the flame under the darkness
come to terms with what you sunder
cast away my ordered loneliness
In day or night I ll be the one
of darkest ways and hidden truths
for I despise and deeply shun
the puny ways of mortal youth
Your love 's denied for I cannot
afford no love,no tender feeling
for these are things I just forgot
regret,repent I am not willing
And when in time my love you need
I will leave you,like me,alone
subtly I ll smile and I ll not heed
to desperate cries of mourning soul
Come close to me reviled Master
I feel your sadness,your inner flame
to purest holyness I will deliver
the darkest paths from where you came
In day or night I ll be the one
to hold you dearly in loving arms
forgive and purge what you have done
redemption lies in embrace that warms
now let me come here beside you
and touch the magic golden skin
my vows will be forever true
caged in heart that burns herein
Through the Abyss I ll tread along
I am therefore I'm ScrewedI am therefore I'm Screwed10 years ago in Open More Like This
Upon a mosquito's bite
I am presented with a dilemma
Do I kill it?
And potentially destroy the creature
Who would slay the next
Inadvertently assuming indirect responsibility
For millions of deaths.
Do I spare it?
And potentially unhinder the creature
Who will slay the Slayer of
The Next Genocidal Maniac
Inadvertently assuming the indirect responsibility
For millions of deaths.
Mysterious FeelingsMysterious Feelings10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I wish I could understand
Comprehend your pain
Your mind shrouded in mystery
Covered by a veil that I cannot remove
Not many can
Not many understand
Your heart full of darkness
Your eyes clouded by a mist
Not many can see
Not many can help
But still we try
We try to be by your side
You cannot explain
Words to ugly for you to use
Feelings to painful to show
Only one way to cry for help
No one understands
Pictures depicting a cry for help
Crying for a friend
Crying for someone to understand you
But no one can, they don't want to
They cannot comprehend the pain
Life seems to have no meaning
Death seeming all to scary
You search though
For someone to understand your mind
Those who don't you push away
Hoping to find someone who will.
SasuHina- love story chapter 1SasuHina- Love StorySasuHina- love story chapter 17 years ago in General More Like This
Time: Sasuke and Hinata are about 4 years old.
Sasuke cursed himself for being so foolish. Fiery pain shot up his leg, as he ripped the shuriken out of his foot. During his shuriken practice, he had clumsily stepped on a stray weapon. Ouch.
The little boy tried to stand up, but lost balance. He gritted his teeth in frustration, and began crawling over the ground.
Hiashi, Hizashi, Neji, and Hinata were taking a walk. Hinata had insisted, although Hiashi couldnt understand why. There was no point for her to go out, for she couldnt see anything.
Yes, his daughter was born blind. The heir to the clan was blind. Nothing could hide his disappointment, but he still loved his daughter. She was kind and sweet, and good to all around her.
He felt a tug at his sleeve, and saw a pale hand clutching the cloth. What is it, Hinata?
She said in a quiet but calm voice, Father, theres a boy hurt over there. He cant walk, so may we help
Hello youHello thereHello you7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
How are you?
Where have we been?
What do we do?
You know who?
And they do to?
Well at that something interesting and new
Tell them who
Because you know
Or perhaps you didnt
And didnt want to tell us to.
But dont you know its true?
We just want to tell you
The angels of Konoha part oneNarusaku/Naruhina. The angels of Konoha story part one.The angels of Konoha part one7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
< Voice in head>
Disclaimer: I dont own the naruto anime or the characters in that story that are mentioned here.
At a ramen bar in Konoha under the gaze of the 5 hokage stone faces, a 15 year old gennin enjoys his 12th or 13th bowl of ramen. Unknown to him fate turns its wheels to change his life for the better. Hinata hyuuga watchs naruto uzumaki eat his ramen while trying to build the courage to seat next to him, and at a training ground in the forest a pink haired kunoichi is waiting for her sensei and team mate to begin the days training.
Wheres naruto, he knows he needs to be here at 4:30 and its already 4. Exhales frustrated, then her thoughts move toward naruto but positive thoughts like when he comforted her when sasuke left, when he got her a nice necklace for her birthday, and multiple times they ate at ichirakus ramen ba
my first spoken wordmy first spoken word12 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
a teenage cutter
a high school failure
an attempted virgin suicide
a high school bleeder
a hopeless romantic
failed in love
overweight, overused, over done
like those over the counter drugs i tried to fix my life with tried to
end my life with and
i overslept last night for the first time in eight years but somehow
i don\'t feel better.
that\'s not why i\'m here.
right now i wanna talk about depression, about why it\'s turned suddenly so popular
about why my feelings and emotions have become so mainstream that i can\'t even say the word emotion anymore without feeling like i should add a sideways smiley
or an acronym for an action that i will
lol is the keyword for our culture today, but when i read it
all i see is the tongue lolling out of a dying dog\'s mouth, and when i say it
and right now i wanna talk about the high school girls whose only ambition is to be thinner and thinner until we have
Fragments of You and Me Chap 1Fragments of You and MeFragments of You and Me Chap 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
WARNING this contains ShonenAi or Yaoi or BoyxBoy. If you don't like, don't read!
Fragments of You and Me
Chapter One-Awakening of the Forgotten
Tobi spent another sleepless night tossing and turning in his bed. He had shadowy blotches under his eyes. Tobi yawned for the hundredth time. You idiot, stop it his blonde partner growled. Deidara sat on the opposite bed, watching his younger partner rubbing his eyes, orange mask beside him on the bed. Go-gomen Senpai he yawned, placing his orange mask back over his face. I just could
Stupid GayI was fourteen when i realized it. You'd think this could happen to anyone, but it seamed like everything was happening to me, why? I guess you could say I was a regular guy. Average grades, big appetite... until now that is.. My name is Ryan.Stupid Gay6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I never took an interest in girls, really. I mostly just ignored them. I didn't like them, they didn't like me. I just moved, so I had to deal with the hell of changing schools. I was the new guy. I remember science class though.
That was when I met Jake. Mr. White has us working in partners again and me and him were paired up. Yes, I was gay. I don't know what it was, but something about his amber eyes or his perfect smile just hit me. I loved him. I could stare at him all day. We eventually became friends. Great friends. Actually, we were kinda closer then friends.
Every Saturday night, we would spend nights over my house with a big bowl of popcorn and watch movies. It was always fun wrestling with him. We bough
She doesn't like to talk about itShe doesn't like to talk about her home life. It's not important, anyways, and besides shouldn't we be getting to work filing these papers?She doesn't like to talk about it3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She doesn't like to explain things either. In her opinion, everyone should keep their actions and bruises and slaps and screams to themselves because, to be honest, why would anyone want to care? All they'll ever say is I'm sorry dear, and she's left with oh it's fine it's not a big deal anyway, it doesn't hurt much anymore.
And if anyone asks too many times, looks to closely, raises an eyebrow at her excuses and presses further she'll have to get defensive, something she doesn't like to do. Being assertive isn't her strong suit, and the most she can ever do is back away and hold her hand to her cheek or eye or arm and mutter it's nothing, it's nothing, as though the words will shield her and why are you looking so close, I'm just a klutz that trips too much for her own good, that's all it is.
And she'll laugh and smile and nod and clasp her
Fragments of You and Me Chap 2Fragments of You and MeFragments of You and Me Chap 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
WARNING this contains ShonenAi or Yaoi or BoyxBoy. If you don't like, don't read!
Fragments of You and Me
Chapter 2- Déjà vu?
Deidara crouched in the thick underbrush. Silently, the mouth on his palm readied the clay for battle. Tobi crouched beside his Senpai, both waiting in baited breath. Were gonna get them this time, for sure. Deidara said, clenching his f
Raistlin and Crysania.***Raistlin and Crysania.11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And why is something missing?
And why is something wrong?
And why is there a hole in me?
Some part of me is gone
You're all I ever wanted,
You're all I never wanted
So go away so go away
And leave me here...
The day I'd fall in love is
The day blind men could see
Then you came your sightless eyes
Saw straight inside of me
I'm so far below you I'm the dark
And you're the light
But standing here beside you all
I know is this is right
This conflict of desire is
tearing me apart
My lust for power and for you
is coursing through my heart
All I see is death and
Even you decay.
Always winter always night I
Never see the day
If I were you if I were you I'd
Run so far away
But only you but only you
Have courage enough to stay
You plan to save me. How?
Look around you look around you
Welcome to my hell.
And stand here by my side
And look into the light
Our time's both short and long
And all I know is wrong
Stand close and take my hand
Healing Touch: Angela Thompson"Sutures...drain...sutures...ultrasound...scalpel...laser...gel...sutures...stabilizer..."Healing Touch: Angela Thompson6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Derek's voice had regressed to a monotone, not because of boredom; quite the opposite. He and his assistant, Angela Thompson, were in the middle of an operation. Derek had just invoked his Healing Touch in a bolstered effort to successfully complete the operation and save the patient. His hands moved so quickly that it was almost impossible to follow them; there were afterimages all over the operating space where his hands had been, where they were, and even where they would be. His eyes were wide as his concentration became supernaturally high, and his voice echoed out the tools he needed at a moment's notice, his trusty nurse--not to mention lover--placing each tool carefully in his hands as he needed them, never breaking the chain.
Eventually, the operation was complete. The patient was sutured, the incision disinfected and bandaged. As it was a field operation, the patient was then carted off
It's okay to have cheesecakeI get overwhelmed quickly if there's too much of something,It's okay to have cheesecake6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
That's why I steer clear of long lists
I hate Dora the Explorer.
We like TV, but it doesn't make us happy.
So why do we spend hours in front of it
Instead of doing things we like?
TV is a narcotic. We're addicted.
I'm compulsive. I inhale food.
I don't want it. I'm not hungry.
I need more.
I have no self control.
I act on impulse.
If I want something, I need it now.
I'm obsessive. I have intrusive thoughts
About death and scary images.
I stayed up late to watch a show that I thought would be good.
But I still watched it.
I like even colors, numbers and days of the week.
Yellow, green, orange, white.
2, 4, 6, 8.
Thursday, Friday, Saturday.
It doesn't make a difference though.
It's just being irrational.
I complain about washing dishes.
But I don't mind it.
I sort the dishes in a certain way.
Spoons, forks, and knives first.
Little plates, medium size plates, big pl
Valentine's DayValentine's Day7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Its a sunny Valentines Day morning. Giggles is sitting at the front counter at her favorite restaurant looking through her magazine. Petunia, the waitress, walked from table to table filling in orders for the hungry customers. She walked over to Giggles handing her a cup of coffee and placed packets of sugar next to her.
Thanks Petunia, Giggles said taking a sip of her coffee. So, have you decided who you want to spend Valentines Day with?
Uh, Petunia eyed her curiously and twiddled her fingers together. Why why would you like to know?
Well Im just curious. Im sure a lot of guys asked you. I just want to know who you were thinking of. Who asked you anyway?
Uh a lot of guys! Yup I was asked out by quite a few, Petunia locked her hands behind her back and moved back and forth. Quite a few
Alright, but who exactly?
Have some more coffee,
The FoxThe Fox10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two nymphs, one laid to rest beneath the leaves.
Her hair was brown and sweet
Every night, the other would sit upon her body and brush her hair
Until it curled softly around her shoulders
And tangled in her sister's fingers -
And every morning this sister would sit on the shore of a stream
and brush her own hair,
black and fragrant and meek.
Waiting for the next young gentleman to kiss
and introduce to the stream.
Every afternoon a weaver would ride out
He knew the forest and avoided all water, for he did not care
to take a swim with a lady.
And every afternoon it was the same nut brown horse,
the same set of long-limbed, drifting
God is LoveThe God I learned about was kind, and loving.God is Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love thy neighbor.
Judge not lest you shall be Judged.
So why is that God, turned into something ugly, something of hate.
The Crusades, Taliban's Jihad, Uganda's decision to make homosexuality a capital crime
Jesus died so that we might be forgiven,
Not so we could commit sin after sin, and blind ourselves with hate.
You won't get into heaven through hate
God does not ask you, mere mortals, to make His judgments for Him.
He is a big god and can do that for Himself.
And you, pathetic, foolish men (and women) need to back off
Live and let live,
Because the hardest thing in this world is to live in it.
There is enough hate without religion adding more
Where is the love?
Where is the God they told me would always love and forgive me?
So few people believe in love any more.
God said unto the people "I give up, you lot need to deal with your own damn problems"
And the people said unto God "Fine, it's not
Locked UpWARNING: Graphic limey content/language/suggestive dialogueLocked Up8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"W-what happened?" Fuu demanded, her honey-brown eyes wide and innocent as she slowly rose to her feet. "How did we get in here?"
"Somebody rammed into us and we fell in, you idiot!" Mugen groused, his irritation quite evident upon his sharp features as he began to jiggle the handle to the closet. "Shit, it's locked! Now I'll be forced to spend the entire day in here with you!"
"Hey, this isn't exactly great news for me either, you know!" Fuu spat, irritably placing her hands on her hips. "There's hardly any legroom in here and it's so freaking hot!"
"Quit your bitchin'" Mugen grumbled, swiping at the perspiration on his brow as he begrudgingly leaned against one of the four surrounding walls. Now redirecting his gaze up toward the ceiling he miserably observed, "Great…no other way out, either."
"Well let me try, then!" Fuu entreated, by this point more than desperate to escape the hell on earth that she was