HubrisHubris2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The conquerors saw
a vast, empty, cruel world,
conquest. They strove to subdue,
to shrink, to own, these marvels.
The X-factorThe X-factor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She is the x-factor
The only individual
The one that is inconsistent
With that of the natural flow
They say that she is related
By the blood they can not tell
For she is the one that always hides
Shielding her heart from the shadows
If I could say that she is different
From all of the other rest
That would a truthful turnout
Of the lies that have set apart
Her heart is made of crimson glass
All marked and barred by steel
For without such a barrier she would just be
Not another x-factored victim deed
They have rejected her by the crowd
For she does not follow their mindset
Rather she would rather walk
Oppositely of their steps alight
She remains to be seen
But yet to be heard
The x-factor there that is softly fading
But remaining docile to the comprehension
Twisted Nursery RhymeMary had a little lamb,Twisted Nursery Rhyme5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Her father shot it dead.
Now it comes to school with her,
Between two loaves of bread.
Found you.September 10th, 1943.Found you.4 years ago in Drama More Like This
I giggled. What I was doing was so childish.
My skinny frame sat on the ground; knees up to my chest, my back resting on the closet's door. The back of my head hit the white wood behind me; I had been waiting so long.
Me and Gerard always played hide and seek when we were so small. I always hid and eventually, he would always find me. But he never knew about hiding in that particular place, so that was my chance to finally win. I knew now that he will never be able to find me anymore. But I had a theory.
Today was my birthday, the day I age. I could get whatever I wanted today. So if I were to play this game again, he would come and find me again, like the old times; when our eyes could only see playtime and never drama, angst, death; when we were in love with seeking adrenaline and happiness. That would be the greatest birthday present ever. I was determined for him to crash in and find me in there, but he wasn't going to play with me anymore.
I had been i
It Takes TwoThe house is silent when Patrick wakes up. And for one frantic moment, he can't remember why. Until he realizes that he's alone in bed, and oh yeah. That's why. Heaving himself to his feet, he stumbles past the piles of dirty clothes dotting his bedroom floor and downstairs into the kitchen. He could really use a cup of coffee-oh, wait. There is no coffee. The coffee jar got shattered last night when well, he'd really rather not think about that just now.It Takes Two5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The newspaper, then. A good, sharp dose of reality should be almost as good as caffeine. Shrugging on a hoodie dangling off the back of a chair, he shuffles through the living room and opens the front door. Squinting his eyes against the brilliant mid-morning sun, he takes a step out onto the front walk and almost breaks his foot on the large, heavy object sitting on his doorstep.
"Ffffffow!" he yelps, leaping back and regarding the alien object suspiciously. It's big, black, and narrow, with tarnished silver
My Upcoming Gumball Movie ideaMy Upcoming Gumball Movie idea3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
This is a Movie idea that focuses on Darwin. You know how Darwin was once a regular goldfish until he sprouted legs and talk. Well i was thinking at the pet store they got him from had Darwin's parents in there and they sprouted legs and talk. They come to the Watterson house and take Darwin away as there legal guardians. Gumball decides to follow them and see how Darwin does with them.
The Library PlotMy master is a wizard of some repute; anyone could tell you that simply by observing his library. Even if you had never seen his face before, seen him strut about in his fancy embroidered robes and pointed wizard hat (which went out of style ages ago), you would know he was a wizard if you perused the books he has collected. His private library is a font of knowledge, a den of arcane secrets passed down through generations of sorcerers, savants, mystics and soothsayers. Here, scribed on papers bound in leather, cloth and dragonhide, are all the tricks of the trade my master plies.The Library Plot4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And it is here, in his library, that I spend the majority of my time these days, plotting his downfall.
Oh, it's not like my master has ever treated me unkindly. Quite the opposite: he took me into his home when I was alone, a poor sad victim of the streets. He keeps me fed, offers me a place to sleep, has nothing but kind words to say to me. He gives me free reign of his household and lets me come and go as
Like an emoLike an emo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like an Emo
I've got hair all over my eyes (like an emo)
I accidentally punctured my cornea with a mascara brush (like an emo)
I want everyone to notice me so I cry (like an emo)
I love my black and white checkered sweatbands (like an emo)
I use my arm warmers to hide my scars (like an emo)
I can't be seen without my tattered old vans (like an emo)
My hair's falling out 'cause it's so fried (like an emo)
I hate the world 'cause it doesn't understand me (like an emo)
It would be so much better if I died (like an emo)
I wear my chain around my waist (like an emo)
I sport my studded belt with pride (like an emo)
Other emos tell me I have excellent taste (like an emo)
I write poetry in the dark of the night (like an emo)
I keep my rasorblade close by my side (like an emo)
So I can give unsuspecting people a fright (like an emo)
I'm a poser-wannabe just like the rest (like an emo)
And when this fad ends, I'm going to become a hipster (like an emo)
And that is what had happened was.
The Presidents: George WashingtonThe Presidents: George Washington3 years ago in Settings More Like This
Introduction and Early Life
In 1789, George Washington became the first president of the United States. Perhaps if it had not been for him, the United States may have never even existed in the first place. Today he is typically seen as one of the greatest presidents in American history and is largely looked at. Washington, born on February 22, 1732, gained several traits from his family, including his tall height and an interest in owning land. He had tragedy early in his life. His father died when he was 11 years old so his half-brother Lawrence took care of him. However, at the age of 34, Lawrence died of disease leaving Washington his plantation at Mount Vernon in Virginia. Washington did not have a college education and decided to serve in the British army during the French and Indian War. Early in the war, he was captured along with a band of troops during a battle at Fort Necessity. He was eventually allowed to return home where he again joined the British army and led a V
Fish Legs - 1It was around midnight as the proud captain let his legs dangle over the edge of his vessel, staring down into the water which cradled his ship like an infant against its mother's breast. He let out a short sigh as he stared down into the waters, feeling nostalgic.Fish Legs - 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
However, his water had been disturbed. By the creak of a ship a little form found himself gazing upward towards the partly clouded sky. Rays of moonlight were sore to him; he wasn't at all used to the surface. But conversing with the blob-fish down below had become a bore for the once sunken cabin boy. He could see two feet hover some distance above the water and he crept upwards to take a closer look. The crown of his head poked out of the swaying waves; though he dared not move further yet.
Little henna tattoos decorated the soles of the man on the surface’s feet as they hung overboard, intricate and flowery designs crawled up his ankles and separated into little speckles and dots. He looked mighty bored and had no s
Please, Save MePlease, save mePlease, Save Me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm going under
Please, save me
I'm drowning in my tears
Please, save me
I'm not gonna make it
Please, save me
I don't want to lose this battle
Please, save me
But you ignored my plea
Please, save me
You left me for dead
Please, don't save me
For this time, I will save myself
AmericaxReader - You Need HelpAmericaxReader - You Need Help2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Please, _____. I'm going to die!”
You sighed. Alfred F. Jones, your childish American friend, was begging you for mercy for two hours straight (or so you have counted). You could have given in to his pitiful request, but that would defy the deal you two made.
“Alfred, you are not going to die. You can go one measly day without them.”
He was begging you for permission – permission to eat burgers. As much as you loved the guy, which you literally do, you had to be strong. You couldn't give in to his long, desperate begging or his teary puppy-dog eyes; no matter how much you wanted to. It was the only way if Alfred wanted to see results.
“But _____!” He whined. “I'm going to wither away into nothing if I don't eat anything soon!”
“Yeah, you'll wither away into your own fat,” you muttered. “Look, how about I make you a nice salad?”
The deal you made with Alfred was that if he could lose weight and eat healthier,
The Beggar's Gift (A Love Story)She wandered the shadows of the streets day and night, face hidden and a frayed basket in her hands. A beggar. Shunned, she became like a bit of dust in the breeze, lost among the many faceless passerby. But she would not be deterred. Her task was one worthy of determination, it was too important to be left to chance.The Beggar's Gift (A Love Story)2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
For she was not trying to get, but to give.
The beggar bore the basket before her as if it were made of spun glass and it was only her sheer will power holding it together. She offered it up to any gentlemanly face that came her way.
“Please sir, will you take this gift?”
But those few that did not pass by her wordlessly, simply gazed at it momentarily before unintelligibly muttering what she presumed to be an apology and continued on their way.
“Please sir, will you take this gift? All I ask is for one in return.”
Each day she tirelessly asked her question, hoping that one day someone would accept.
Once there was a man. He stopped, peering in the
Humorous Memory[continued]Humorous Memory4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let me rip a page
From my inner most hidden journal
Papers I've burnt with sage
Kept locked away
Just show several moments during the day...
I don't know if you'd call it poetic,
But most will call it creative liscense,
partly made up,
believe what you will...
This isn't so bad,
I think to myself,
These people aren't unlike any other,
Just keep to myself,
Don't think about the thoughts...
The thoughts that'll drag you down into sadness,
Keep your head low
Like everyone else
Though I don't know what else to expect
What's coming next
I walk through another door
Teacher greets with a pleasant hello
I smile, hiding the teeth that are grinding
Nervously looking around
I don't know how I will survive the day
Surely I'll die of a heart attack
The sounds of chairs scooting
The awe of strange drawing table chairs catch ahold of the curiosity in my mind...
The teacher catches my gaze
He must see what I'm thinking on my face
And so he explains their purpose
When the Sun meets the Moon 8When the Sun meets the Moon 84 years ago in Romance More Like This
When the Sun meets the Moon
Told in Josh's POV:
I woke up early, around 7 AM. I didn't know why first, but then I realized I was a Pokemon Trainer. Ethan was up already but Solé and Luno still slept, so I decided to go downstairs and eat breakfast.
"Hey!! You're up already?" Ethan said when I walked into the kitchen.
"I always get up around seven." I replied.
"Awesome." That's the fun thing about Ethan: he wouldn't be as difficult as people I've met.
"So...you're gonna go back to the Pokemon League today?" I asked. I had no idea how a Pokemon League Champion spent his time...
"I don't think so. I still got my private life and holidays, you know?" He winked.
"Wouldn't you want to have holidays when Trainers knock on your door to battle the Johto League Champion?" I didn't even realize that. League Champions like Ethan wouldn't have a second without Trainers calling or finding them to challenge them...
"Well...I guess I'd like some holidays then,
.:Bubbline:. In the Midst of the StormMarceline stood at the edge of the meadow, beneath the shade of the trees, cradling her axe bass and strumming gently on the strings. Nowadays, it was becoming harder for her to write songs about her feelings. Mostly, it was because she had resolved a lot of her emotional issues simply by making friends with Finn and Jake, but also because of another crucial, sometimes rather upsetting reasonshe was in love. It was cheesy, yes, but she found herself so entirely in love that she just couldn't describe it, even if she sat down and thought about it. Thinking about it just confused her even more; however, it was who she was in love with that confused her the most..:Bubbline:. In the Midst of the Storm3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The voice sent shivers down her already chilled spine. She spun around, red eyes searching until they fell upon the voice's ownerBonnibel Bubblegum. The candy princess was standing out in the middle of a meadow, looking at her, waving at her. "Marceline!" she called, beckoning her over. She didn't say muc
Silent ScreamsDarling, I miss you.Silent Screams3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even if we dragged each other through Hell,
I miss your sweet voice.
We were a pair of masochists...
a pair of sadists...
We hurt each other,
but I still |l|o|v|e| |y|o|u|
[even though it might just be the biggest mistake I've ever made].
I know it seems like this darkness could go on forever,
but, honey, the sun always rises.
I need you.A day without you is like a day without the sun,I need you.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nothing is bright, everything is glum.
And when you left, walked through that door,
everyone knew why I wasn't smiling anymore.
mhmmMany people wonder,mhmm3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why I endure so much torture,
I sit and play my fondest memories over in my head,
I live in my history, because my real world is dead,
I don't expect you to understand,
I know you'll get it one day,
So I sit around listening to "lip gloss and black",
Oh "Trains" was one of her favorite tracks,
I'm so mental my stability is waning,
That's why I need the military to salvage me,
To keep me busy,
Too much spare time; is a dangerous thing,
But no one around me can see.
Catch A Princess By Her ToeMarceline was just floating around the candy kingdom, she was bored and needed a bit of change of scenery. It's been a month since she visited this place. She needed a bit of alone time since a lot had happened. The doorlord, her dad tricking her, Finn and Jake finding out about her last name. It was exhausting, she left without telling anybody and now she's back. Although she doesn't know why she went to this particular place. Maybe because she misses Bonnibel? Maybe.Catch A Princess By Her Toe2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She floated around, laying on her back, strumming her bass. Then somehow she wanders onto Bubblegum's balcony. The window was open, she goes inside to see a sleeping princess in her shirt. Her shirt! Marceline's eyes are wide with shock,
"Guess you weren't lying after all Bonni..." Marceline whispers softly. The princess stirs and Marceline stiffens, The princess attempts to sit up rubbing her eyes, propping herself up with one arm,
"Who's there...?" She asks groggily,
Marceline is frozen she doesn't know what to say, so
More Than ThisMore Than This2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Okay, I can feel victory... avoiding me." I whined, moving my piece on the monopoly board six spaces ahead. I landed on the "Go to Jail" for the nth time.
"Wow, you're sure unlucky, Popuri." Ann commented. In this round, both she and Karen were winning. They almost have all the properties on the board and had lots of money.
"She's not alone." Jack sighed, clutching what remains of his money. Jack and I were losing.
"Anyone want to loan from the bank?" Cliff announced. He was the banker of the game.
"No thanks." Jack and I replied in monotone. We both had big amounts of debts to the bank, reaching to five thousand. Cliff chuckled at us.
Just then, Sasha, Karen's mom, came in the room and hollered, "Popuri, your brother called. He's telling you to go home now."
"Oh!" I quickly stood up and looked at the wall clock. "8pm already?"
"Well, we have to end the game then." Karen announced. "See you guys tomorrow!"
"Cliff and I will take our leave; sorry we can't help clean up." Ann said as sh
Pour VousIn your head, you are never alone.Pour Vous5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is never an echoing emptiness when you
Think of old, blood-stained memories
Or of conversations past,
Though they have all lost their sound
And the emotion that they once held.
"It is wrong," they mutter to you,
"To be at home inside your skull."
They tell you that the only way you can be
Free is if you unstitch your lips
And speak to people who just don't understand.
"But is it wrong," you wonder,
"To want to tear your skin apart
So that you may prove at last that you are
Just as human as they are?"
"Is it so wrong to only feel lonely when
You are surrounded by them and
Their obsession with perfection?"
"Is it wrong to think a little differently
To someone who will never know normality?"
In your head, you are never
A l o n e.
wager of war --first draft--i.wager of war --first draft--5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are no Goliath,
strong as you may be
Your footsteps are not pathways
for those who obscure the frontal lines
with courageous words obeyed by sons
who are not their sons.
You do not measure victory
by the distance you throw your stones,
for it is never about the body count.
It is only about the stones,
and the stories they leave untold.
You are no wager of war,
ordained only by the highest bidder;
your words are more than the ground
that moves beneath stomping feet
Perhaps you share likeness to David;
greeter of the open challenge, writer of hymns,
a humble warrior, steadfast where your feet
last touched the battleground.
Pick up your pen; the sword will never
be your strongest ally. Metal corrodes,
but what you put to paper will outlive you.
You are fit to lead the way
Goliath never will, for
you do not waste words the way
others waste their souls
You are the peacemaker
carving into stone ideals that
will not wash away like blood.