nailgun vs wild final chaperwild growled and scooped up a paw full of the thick clay like earth and thew it into nailguns eyes. Nailgun pulled away instantly crying out in pain, wild jumped to her feet and smashed her head into nailguns chest. nailgun was thrown to the ground and landed with a heavy thud. The crowd erupted with cheers and boos nailgun stood on all fours her breast plate was dented where wild had rammed her .nailgun vs wild final chaper2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Wild waited for her to strike back but she was frozen there.....
"it has to be a trap" she thought
"HEY DRGON NICE TRY IM NOT AN IDIOT!!!" she shouted but nailgun remained unmoving. Wild snorted THIS was her competition? Nailgun raised a foot but tipped over instantly! she stood again and tried to walk but fell over again!
"what the hell are you doing?" wild asked after about a good minuet or two of watching her tip over like a fainting goat.
Nailgun raised her head and growled "its my tail you dumb bitch!"
wild patiently listened wanting to know why she couldn't stand
"i need it for balance
I Can Make You CryI Can Make You Cry9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
My heart sank at the sound of the first shot,
Falling deep into black of this abysmal state of mind.
My thoughts rushed in a panic,
Knowing only anarchy the beat of my heart.
I collapsed in a stairwell,
falling upon jagged right angles.
Weeping out of my pointless efforts,
Broken down along the road to saving her.
Shouts came like the voices of ghosts from the 13th floor,
Echoing through a haunting resonation.
Silence became a blanket over my shoulders,
The ghosts and my weeping became mute.
I was to be alone there on,
With her as but a memory,
A dream to bring me smiles,
A nightmare to make me reminisce.
I feared for the future of our child,
Wondering of the consequences,
Feeling little but a bitter hope,
And a cold air over me.
My limbs grew close to lifelessness,
And my shock kept me all but enticed.
My heart, struggling in its climb back to my chest,
Plummeted a final time, at the second shot.
“I can make you hurt,” said Fate,
“I can make you cry.”
I ran, cl
When I'm alone Part 2: EnglandxReaderWhen I'm alone Part 2: EnglandxReader1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Well, Francis's simplistic plan would've been the absolute perfect plan if I could have gotten the guts to actually go through with it. Yes, it would've been absolutely spectacular to just waltz right up to her, one of my own patients, and just ask her out on a date but that just wasn't going to be happening. Blame it on my need of this job, or my gentlemanly ways but really, I was just a coward.
So with the sudden realization of my feelings it made every visit from her even harder than it already had to be. Every time she would come in with a new break, burn or tear and I would have to try to hold my tongue, just wishing she would know someone cared for her. That's why she never did pay her body's health any attention. She believed no one was looking.
Time after time we repeated our routine, and it broke my heart. When would she give this up? Why was she so stubborn? When would enough be enough? Her head was just too damn thick. It killed me to watch her slowly kill herself
minister'good morning,' the reverend bellowsminister1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
'what a lovely collection of idols
we have gathered today'
they're a spectacle of a scatter plot on the pews
the bronzed hypocrisy of saved men sitting still,
saints on the neutral ground of benches
is an inconsistency i'll struggle
to reconcile with the jacob's ladders of rough-hewn grace
swooping in on souls or spirits
which have proven to be untouchable
not for sale in even the blackest of markets
speak, preacher. preach. i've always listened piously
and i'm not yet thinking of sunday dinner:
will the chicken be hot will the apple crisp burn
i mimic transcendence of the physical
i, being the gatherer, have bypassed the stone age
for lyres and flutes and lips; our white robes-
i suppose they suit me.
i imagine my forehead set in the grave constitution
of a saint who worries not about the anticlimactic
pressure of dry, even lips
contrasting my graphic fire-fantasies,
devil's work unfit for a faithful child
preacher, name your text.
i'm not a salem
Stand upStand up1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Slipping through the cracks.
Where you're going,
Always have to ask.
You never lie,
You touch the sky,
You're never coming down.
Touch the wall,
Leave them all,
Go and wear your crown.
It's all a game,
They're all to blame,
It's never going to end.
So stand up tall,
Stand against the wall,
Prove that you won't bend.
It matters not,
If one is hot,
Only if one is kind.
You can fight,
For what is right,
You're not alone, you'll find.
You can win,
Against this sin,
And you can prove your worth.
Just stand up tall,
Back against the wall,
And throw them to the hearth!
How to Fix The WorldHow to Fix The World1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
an execution, while play
The howling strings
Of the cellos
Of the veins
Of the time
To the discord
Are the who and what,
the how and the why
Ever lost to that
of the cords
of the strings
of the howling
"Fix this", they cry,
the masses whose
words fester and boil,
carried words, spoken indirect
of the leaders
of the struggles
of the home
of the brave
The final breath
of humanities dying words
"in ashes, from ashes"
She speaks, so melancholy
of the future
of the present
of the past
"World!" She pleads
with a cry, so finishing
"Heed and listen!"
To them she speaks
Of the necessary
of the desired
of the curses
of their blessings...
Special Soups SoupSpecial Soups Soup1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Special Soups Soup
They called him Soups. Soups used to live in an unused basement that was accessible via a small window on street level. It was only a few corners away from Soup's favorite restaurant. Many people ate there but not all finished their plates. A very nice chef worked in the kitchen there. Soups liked him because every night after closing time, he would make him chicken soup. Hence the name: Soups. He'd throw some leftover meat – he knew chicken was Soup's favorite – in leftover soup, along with some leftover pasta, rice or bread, and put it outside in a plastic box. Soups loved the leftover chicken soups. It always tasted delicious, but none tasted like the other.
Some days, Soups knew he could afford to wait until evening for his main dish, the soup, to be served, sometimes along with a short pat on the head from the chef's tired hand. But some days, the chef didn't work, so Soups walked between the tables on the terrace looking for guests accidentally drop
Log of Ivan Kao - 1 through 6(Passages by Chaos14110)Log of Ivan Kao - 1 through 62 years ago in Profiles More Like This
LOG 1: BEFORE UNVEILING
I've completed our solution, here, lying in this capsule before me. I could not
let Xerrol be overrun by those monstrosities and the unlivable conditions, I could not allow the devastation of our kind without resistance. So here I am now, at the end of my research and construction, months and months of scientific creation and genetic manipulation, and at the beginning of hope and fear. Hope for our survival, fear of failure. I look upon tomorrow with both, lying in the being within the capsule.
LOG 2: DAY 1
14110 has arisen. Her consciousness is fully intact, the frontal lobe is as enhanced even more than I had thought I'd constructed it to be. She understands speech, and can even speak herself fragmented, simple phrases yes, but speak none the less. She learns as I speak. She also seems to express confusion. I've created more than resistance I've created a fully capable and reasonable b
Blisters and BloodFive, six, seven, eightBlisters and Blood2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your muscles cringe
The smiles are fake
Day in, day out
Same songs stuck in your head
Angry words stabbing your chest
Blisters and blood and too much love
We fight, this is war.
But what am I fighting for?
Five, seven, six, eight
I'm losing myself
My feet are too fast
It's running away
Everything I try, not good enough
At last, false success
"You were nearly the best"
But no pat on the back
Just another slap through the face
Six, five, seven, eight
You fell like everything's in place
This is for me
Dance sets us free
Blisters and blood and too much love
"You're trying too hard"
And here we thought
We weren't good enough
We were right. She lied to us
One, two, three, four
If this is life
I don't want a role anymore
Every toe in perfect place
Yet they see what they want
A failure, washed up
"Trying too hard"
You're spread too thin
But "lethargic and lazy"
This isn't a joke
But... I wasn't laughing?
Five, six, seven, eight
Your heart begins to break
No one notices,
'You have a thing about time'I'm always planning.'You have a thing about time'2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tick-tocking in various shades of orange.
Pen in mouth, cheeks fit to burst,
and one eye always on the clock.
Blood-heat behind my eyes,
the sting in the tail-end long chewed off.
Squelching with hunger, the hot fat burst out of itself.
I tasted it for one sweet second and burned.
'Chin up, gal', my mum used to say.
But time came too soon for her.
In rolls of heaving tears, and a single lonely gasp -
it whisked her away.
I tried out-running time;
started weeks before I should have been born.
Came out a tiny kicking ball of screams;
my failure hot, tucked deep and safe inside.
I wore it like a pocket watch forgotten,
hidden in the lining of a rarely-worn coat.
Time leered, his spurs at my jugular.
'Hide all you want', he seemed to say.
'One day I'll tiptoe up to you and lightly pat your wrist,
like a leaf blown by the very gentlest of breezes.
Neither a ballsy laugh of denial nor a crucifix can keep me at bay.'
See, I never was much of a runne
Granny's no longer...The ocean is no louder than the city,Granny's no longer...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but I swear it's different. It's different.
In that moment,
with the sea lapping up the sand between my toes,
- like a trusty dog before its bare-faced master
the whole world lay perfectly still before my feet.
Holding its breath,
as if suspended
between the soft, cyling pulses of
inhale, pause, and exhale.
The wind is no harsher than the city,
but here I'm different. I'm different.
I am blind-stitching my freshly painted skin.
It's hard to swallow a mistake you can't undo,
but if the scars are too blistering to be ignored,
then please just remember this:
None of it was ever real.
ViataTu:Viata2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
plecat de acasă,
gândit la tine,
One more time. . .I have seen those eyes reflect stars in the nightOne more time. . .3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My cheek shared your tears
I felt your lip quiver on mine
What have we not shared
What will we not share
I close my eyes
I see everything we spoke of that night
I look to the sky
Everything is within grasp with you by my side
We made out our dreams in the clouds
The silence now hastens
My days begin to pace themselves
Your reality was always my way out
I deal with life in a new way
You showed me life upside down
I see life in a kaleidoscope of colors now
Some say you held me down
I say you taught me a way of life
An unconventional way. . .
But I survived
I am here today
I speak of what I have learned and what I know
I have loved
I have lived
I have given my all
I am no longer scared
I know we all have our faults
You are special
So am I
I unearth my heart
I open my mind
I place a smile on my face
I am ready to give love one more try
Rejected, abandoned? God lovesFeelings of rejection, abandonment, being unloved and loneliness are awful. We want to be loved but sometimes others stop loving us. At times we have been hit hard when friends, family members or even a spouse doesn't care anymore or even rejects us. In those times God's love is all the more precious. We see that there is only one who never stops loving us. Only one who never abandons us. Only one who takes us in when others cast us away. God is the only one. Put your hope in Him. God will never fail you.Rejected, abandoned? God loves3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
When rejected by the closest relationships God want take you in. Psalm 27:10
10 For my father and my mother have forsaken me, But the LORD will take me up.
God loves you and wants to be a true father to you. And He has a plan for your loneliness Psalm 68: 5-6
5 A father of the fatherless and a judge for the widows, Is God in His holy habitation.6 God makes a home for the lonely; He leads out the prisoners into prosperi
To All The ShortiesRead this from your point of view!To All The Shorties3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
As a matter of fact, God actually made me tall. I know right, a shocker!!!
Anyways, God made me tall and showed me to His Son, Jesus.
"What do you think, Jesus?" God asked.
Jesus examined me thoroughly and eventually shook His head.
"Mmmhh... I don't like him/her this way Father," Jesus replied.
"Really? Well... what adjustments would You like to make, Son?" God asked, gently handing me over to Jesus.
"Simple!" Jesus said.
He then took His index finger and gently pushed me down, lowering my height.
"Perfect!" Jesus beamed.
... Thank You, Jesus.
RealizationsI looked up one day to see my castle was gone.Realizations1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
.: If I Lifted My Head :.If the world stood still.: If I Lifted My Head :.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
For a single moment
Leaving no one moving but me,
If I lifted my head,
I'd see what I dread
I'd see our lives running away.
Homework in SleepGenius, with hot cheek to textbookHomework in Sleep1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
And graphite in her tresses,
Wrote papers while she slept away
All her college stresses.
This Is AliceThis is Alice talking so leave a message at the beepThis Is Alice1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Alice doesn’t speak a word doesn’t tell her worth while the world passes by she sits in silence waiting for another day another beating from a broken home and shattered emotions
Oh Alice where have you gone to? Oh Alice why aren’t you here now? Oh Alice decided to take the plunge
Alice fell further down again now everybody wonders where she’s at she’s gone too bad so long goodnight goodbye to Alice
This is Alice talking so leave a message at the beep
Alice doesn’t have friends doesn’t know how to make them so nobody notices her walking in silence waiting for another day another heartbreak from invisibility and thoughtlessness
Oh Alice where have you gone to? Oh Alice why aren’t you here now? Oh Alice decided to take the plunge
Alice fell further down again now everybody wonder where she’s at she’s gone too bad so long goodnight goodbye to Alice
Alice fell further d
Before Your Demons Came - PoemWhere once lay greenBefore Your Demons Came - Poem1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and fertile land
came dreadful work
from dreadul hand.
And once fields
where once life bloomed
Lay barer than
an empty room
Then it proclaimed
with voice of greed
That here it is,
what all have gained.
To speak up
no one dared but one
A small voice,
Quavery but full of strength
'Spirit,' it said
'What have you done?'
At this the monster
narrowed an eye
'Child, you must explain'
'While it is true
you brought us gold
real to touch,
and ours to hold
you took away what
was far more dear
The land we loved,
our hopes and fears
From here to there
stretched nature's grace
And truly, there is
no greater place.
to what awaits
those who care
And know that nothing
or even hope to tame
what was before
your demons came.'
Tokio- Writing Practice 2Six sets of eyes focused on her made it rather hard to continue with her meal. Tokio warily looked up from her plate.Tokio- Writing Practice 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"We were all talkin' earlier tah-day." Akemi's accent hadn't faded her whole life it was always apparent she was from the northern mountain ranges.
"That's wonderful, but how does that justify everybody staring at me?"
"Patience, child, she was getting to that." The bored, hoarse voice belonged to Sayona out of her animal form for once, which could only mean one of two things. And since there were no men around, Tokio could only assume she was with child again.
" shouldn't we just get to the point?" Atsuko's voice was soft and there was always a question in her voice.
"Then where will she learn patience?" Cho-san, with her harsh, gravelly voice.
"Thas' a valid point, Cho-san."
"Don't just agree with w
Re: who are you, really?I know this is might not helpRe: who are you, really?1 year ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
might not make you smile
or let yourself
walk from anxiety a mile
yet hear me, pray thee
the words of a lowly friend
maybe i'm not close to you
but i want to lend a hand
i know you think i'm insane
your words might render me in rage
your actions a little harmful
like a blade in my chest
but i apologize for your pain
even though your head is in peril
lost in the mist of confusion
you don't want me in your reel
your blood wet with skin
your skin wet with blood
everything makes no sense
in the perspective of your heart
thrown around like a rag doll
used like a spanner
you got tired of everything
that got sucked in things that matter
you might break the anemones
that stuck around with you
knowing they might be just like 'them'
the ones that break thou
that's why i'm holding on
for your sake and mine
i'm going to pick you up from
the cliff that takes away your time
i know you want me to stop
interfering with your life.
but hey, i'm not letting go
i'm just here