The Caged BirdA girl alone, wandering an eternal darknessThe Caged Bird2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a small child who lost its mother
Crying, alone, desperate to find her
She may have seemed happy to all who only glanced
But for those few who stopped and looked,
They would have discovered it to be nothing more than a mask
At night she would gaze at the moon
Who, like her, was a ‘freak’
The moon was a beautiful freak to the stars around it
And when she slept, she lay crying
For when she awoke on went the mask
Tis an old mask
One she wore for many a years
It has cracks and chips from over use, to please her family and friends
For if they knew, they would get hurt
And if they got hurt, the guilt would be on her
For she doesn’t love
She just figured when she was born with holes in her heart,
All her love leaked out before it could heal
She was always ‘the weird one’ a ‘freak’ a ‘monster’
Q darkness devoured loveless monster
And how could she think otherwise?
With a hot headed father
Sega vs Capcom: AmaterasuAmaterasu: (N/A)Sega vs Capcom: Amaterasu3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
How about showing some gratitude, *partner name*? Show Ammy some support, because the sun's not going to rise on its own!
Nice one, furrball! That's another victory for us! Now let's hear another one of those famous howls!
Bet you know not to think of Ammy as just another doggy. You're looking at a full-fledged goddess!
(vs Sonic) So you're friends with a fox that has more than one tail!? Hey uh I would be kind of wary around that guy.
(vs Knuckles) This mutt looking guy is prone to jumping in rather than think things through. Guess he has that much in common with Oki.
(vs Amy) Got yourself a "lucky mallet", huh? At least it didn't shrink Ammy down to my size when she was hit.
(vs Akira) This guy's about as tough as Onigiri Sensei and definitely reinforces that self improvement stuff.
(vs Sarah) I spy me yet another deep valley between two lofty peaks. Seriously, this girl's stacked!
(vs Jacky) Handcuffing the lightning is no big deal. Ammy can control fire,
RegenerationRegeneration4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You look up, your eyes falling on the solid form of a human body nearby, the voice issuing from it soft and earnest. "It is just like regenerating."
You look down, figiting as the artificial lights blink past you, the empty bus taking you back to what is supposed to be home. "How did you know?" You ask, not meeting his eyes.
"I know the look. The feeling of- loss. The aprehension of what's ahead. An entire new world to explore- like starting over."
You hear a soft rustle of clothing as he moves from where he's sitting across the bus to sit next to you, waiting patiently until you are ready to talk. You've given up on guessing how he gets around so well, after all, he didn't park the TARDIS on the bus, and you just accept his presence, grateful that you and the lonely bus driver aren't the only ones out in the middle of the night.
"I thought it would be easier, coming home. And that moving out would be the hard part. But the truth is I don't feel like I belong in either place- n
Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 3The funeral was a modest affair. The town gathered up a collection and the mortician was even kind enough to donate a simple black coffin for the sake of holding her. It almost didn't seem real as Scootaloo stared down into the open casket and examined the tiny bundle within. They had done a good job, she admitted. She still only looked asleep, a small smile permanently hovering on her face from her final dream. Scootaloo turned away and cast her gaze to the sky, a sigh causing her to shudder. The weather team hadn't been able to clear the skies. Why, she didn't know, but the day was somber in its muted gray sky that occasionally rumbled with the softest rumbles of thunder.Final Dream of a Filly Ch. 34 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"It's time, Scootaloo we should take our places." It was the mare who spoke, beckoning the filly away from the casket to stand beside it instead. She had positioned them to watch the approaching procession of friends and loved ones that heavily trod to the filly's final resting place. Upon seeing Applebloom and
United, We WriteHear me read itUnited, We Write2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
0hgravity, if by some divine fortune you should decide that today is the day you will fail me, then let me soar through the ChemicalSkyline. Grant me a-lovely-anxiety that raises a storm InTheStarryNightSky for me to riseandbe above all else. Let me soar.
How I long to be the frail rider-on-the-storm and not a victim of the RoamingShadow, Rogue-Of-The-Night, that BlackVelvetNightmare of my nights and days. I long
Who are you? "A cat just died."Who are you?3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Optimist: " Cat's have nine lives! He'll be back by tomorrow."
Pessimist: " Oh poor kitty, its poor owner is going to be so sad; he won't have any friends anymore."
Realist: "The cat died... Lets bury it."
Sentimentalist: "The Cat just died! We should hold a funeral, and have flowers on its grave every day for a month and then once every month!"
Fatalist: "Okay, the cat died."
Opportunist: "We could trace the causes of death for research purposes."
Sadist: "Oooh! I can take the cat to my basement and do experiments on it! And make the kid who owned it witness my scientific adventures! Hahaha!"
Philonoist: "I must go and console the poor child whose cat just died."
DesperationYour spine is a secretDesperation2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
my fingers can uncode.
Your vertebrae cracks open,
your secrets are exposed.
I suck out the tender marrow
and scrape flesh off the bone
hoping; if I absorb you
I will no longer feel alone.
Here's to the pastHere's to the past3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've said my goodbye and I've ripped off my wings
It hurts my heart but I need to get over these feelings
I've suffered for so long under your reign
and I think it's about time that I end all this pain
I'm starting my journey into the begotten future
To find all the missing pieces of my heart that I need to nurture
I'll have to search far and wide and it make take a few years
but I'll grow as a person and face many of my fears
As I slowly grow older and farther from you
I'll never forget our memories and the day that you knew
that I was too much for you or maybe to little
and decided to leave me behind and not to dwindle
Sometimes I may stumble and cry out your name
but don't come back and re-spark the flame
I need to move on, we were suffocating each other anyway
From now on it will be only myself telling me "It's okay"
Bridge + BoatWe are a bridge.Bridge + Boat2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
You wrapped a rope around my neck and strung me to a tree, in the hopes that, if you held me taut enough, you could walk all over me. Part of this forced smile rotted and broke off. You skipped over the holes until you forgot they were there.
Eventually the piece you landed on, whilst you tried not to fall through the chasms in my mind, began to break. You hit a little harder each time, and I shook, and splinters left us both with a collection of wounds to remember our days by.
I started to fray. I thought you would tether me again, as you had once before. I remembered the days you had worked so hard to secure me to the earth, to you. I remembered the day you made me part of the pathway to your future. I remembered how proud I was to be part of your home.
I held on as long as I could, soon holes were canyons and frays were the intricate lace of rivers through a continent. Eventually the cracks met, your negligence and my faulty materials, we disintegrated.
You bought a
50. SiblingsAmerica grinned, crouching low, his water gun clutched in his hand. His target was currently occupied with making pancakes so it would be no problem to blast him with water. So, that's what Alfred did, causing Matthew to drop the pancake and the pan.50. Siblings3 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Alfred!!" Canada yelled softly, chasing the American around the room. (Face it, he can't yell loud unless he's in his 'hockey mode'). He finally tackled his brother, seizing the water gun from his hands and blasting the latter with ice cold water.
Alfred chuckled as Canada got up from him and lent him a hand, handing him a towel. The American accepted it, drying his hair as he went over to one of the drawers, searching for something.
"Bro, you in on targeting Frenchie and Iggy?"
"Sure," the Canadian caught the three water guns tossed to him (One's a spare) as well as extra barrels of water to 'load' the gun with. Matthew put the extra barrels onto his leather body slings (those brown things on his normal uniform that go criss-cross) and g
My Life In a NutshellMy Life In a Nutshell3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Life In a Nutshell
I (That's just another word for me.)
I tried to reason with myself today.
I didn't give you a fair chance to run before you fell in love with me.
By the way, why did you fall in love with me?
Or did you trip over the last heart you broke and land in my arms?
I saw the truth today.
It wasn't pretty.
Yesterday I had a dream.
You lost me.
I found me.
The world use to look so dim.
Oh wait, there's the light switch.
Damn, the light just burned out!
The future looks so bright.
No wait, that's just car headlights.
I think I died and went to...
Not you again.
Weren't you here last year?
I just started a new lease on life.
My credit score is above average.
Oops! I just read it backwards.
My mom use to say: Be whatever you want.
Mom I want to be adopted, just kidding.
My mom said: I want to be taken serious, just not too serious.
I wish I knew.
That's it, I just wish I knew.
Well that and many other things.
The Forward MovementThe Forward Movement2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Tragedy, abrupt to my very soul,
that left me far from whole.
The withered memory born unto my dreams again,
refreshed and once more binding me by chain.
The reopening scars I once upon a time, thought healed,
gape wide to open for the flood gates, red and revealed.
My witnessing eyes bleed out old tears from a rusted well,
Attempting again to put back out the fires of this age old Hell.
The rising waters find my feet and climb,
the two floods meet, where their cause is rhymed.
My heart from which the blood and tears flow,
now at where the pain does ever grow.
Close these outpouring wounds, build back up the walls...
Make for my feet, the forward movement from where my future calls.
Once again I will shed my skin,
leaving behind the marks of where I've been.
Freedom FighterWhen she's trapped somewhereFreedom Fighter2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Dark and full of despair, she
Fights..and she will live
What you areI am the one that nobody wants, not reallyWhat you are2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And yet I love you truly, without hesitation
I will always be there, until I'm not
I am whatever I pretend, and I pretend very well
I am the girl with daggers in my back
I love the ones that hate me
Tears eternally roll down my face
Emptiness and pain is all that I feel
Betrayal and loss, no love
Just this bottle to keep me company
Just my empty feelings to keep me warm tonight
You say you love me, you're a con man with a pretty face