FalloutFallout6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
'Way over in the distance, I see movement'
A blurred sky, hazy, ghastly in its attire. A desolate barren landscape, vast and tragic. The site of something terrible. Flashes of panicked people. We are running, roughly and hastily through the horrid landscape, and way over in the distance, i see movement. It comes closer, rapidly it draws in. A raging beast a mutant. Shrieks of terror, gun fire Blank.
I lift my head of my desk. The same dream again. Or is it a memory. I can't tell. Nor can I comprehend it. Every time it occurs I must try desperately to hold onto it. I want to examine it further, know where it is, when? However, the thought expands no further.
I clasp the arms of my swivel chair and spin - I am easily distracted. I must study for my history test, yet lack the motivation - My body sways in and out from my changing center of gravity, i thrust my feet off the ground. I go faster. I drag my feet in and the spinning increases. The cold steel walls beco
Two Sides of Suicide (For Leelah Alcorn)Messages travel far in death,Two Sides of Suicide (For Leelah Alcorn)2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
as our words are often
heard in our final breaths.
Though by no means is suicide
a noble act, and I don't
condone it, no matter the fact.
But unlike many of my friends,
I can't consider it a sin,
and at times it's done with the
belief of selflessness.
Though I think a line is drawn,
when we involve those undeserving.
When we ruin an innocent life,
due to our own unnerving.
To put ones self in the line of fire,
in an attempt to rid themselves
of Earth's malicious desires
makes their act selfish,
as they destroy the life
of the innocent.
How can therapy reverse what's been done?
Even if it was suicide,
the damage has been done.
No one deserves to kill she, who wanted death,
who was selfish enough
to leave the deed to a helpless man.
I like to think she was irrational,
as I support her cause. But the more
I think as rational,
the more I curse her loss.
Because no one can describe the horror
of an accidental murder. A murder
Letter for the Self-BrokenTo Everyone Who Needs It,Letter for the Self-Broken2 months ago in Letters More Like This
Your mask looks stunning today. Congrats, many people have finally noticed you. It's nice to see that you're so happy... Although, I think you look just as beautiful without that mask. I also want you to know that we, I and all your friends and other loved ones, notice you everyday. (I apologize for taking you for granted if that's what's it; you're such a great person, though, and I learned to accept and expect that.) Lastly, I am glad to see you happy - and I'd be ecstatic to know that it isn't just a coat around your hollowness.
Hey, you, one of the people I love - I care about you. A lot. I need you on this world because I don't think I could handle this crazy ride without you. I need your shoulder for my tears so that I can be strong enough to be here for you now. I need your hand to hold when it's cold and you're desperate for warm temperatures. I'm here for you, too, when it comes to your heart. The ice may make it gleam beautifully, but I like w
LovelustYou are the moon,Lovelust2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
That crowned queen of the night sky,
And I fall to you,
A slain enemy
To an angel's sword,
Stabbed through and through,
I fall to you.
Do not talk to me of that poison,
That seeps through a fool's mind
And brings folly, makes you blind;
I won't fall to that
Insidious insinuation of affection.
Not for you.
Not for anyone.
And yet I do.
I love you.
I wish to be with you,
But without that which
Would come if I were with you.
I wish to be with and without,
With what I would have
And without what I will have;
But all roads point to
You, what are you?
That rides along the road
And which I would gladly throw myself under?
I would certainly throw myself under you.
The great She.
The great Perhaps;
The master of me.
Love. Love. Love.
A loaded gun.
A pain sweet as cyanide,
And try as I might,
I cannot hide
From the lightning storm rage
Of the notorious Perhaps,
And it feels like a relapse
To fall into you.
I used t
LovedI don't know if you know this, butLoved1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I've been in love with you for awhile.
I love your smile,
I love your laugh,
I love how you're always happy,
I love everything about you.
I thought maybe
Maybe this year I could tell you.
All my feelings,
All these things cooped up inside.
You treat me like a human,
No one else has done that before.
To you, I'm not a freak,
I'm not a weirdo.
I don't know if you know this, but
Your best friend told me you love me too.
I didn't know how to react,
Nobody's really loved me before.
Your hands on mine,
The way you linger in when we talk.
I wish you weren't so shy,
And I wasn't such an introvert,
Because maybe then we could get together
And not have to worry about what they'll say.
But until that happens, I wanted you to know,
It makes me happy to know that I'm loved.
She Really Doesn't UnderstandShe really doesn’t understand,She Really Doesn't Understand1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
How you treat her the way you do.
She loved you more than anything,
She thought you loved her too.
She dies a little more each time
She sees you out with her.
She cries herself to sleep at night,
Then dreams that you love her.
You used to tell her she was pretty,
And how you loved her more each day,
Now she’d give anything,
Just to have you there to stay.
You don’t see that she misses you,
Each night the pain gets stronger,
And when she finally talks to you,
She wants it to be longer.
She doesn’t really understand
why she loves you so.
You were her one and only,
She had to watch you just up and go.
She really doesn’t understand,
How you treat her the way you do,
She loved you more than anything,
She thought you loved her too.
ErectionI just want to get something clear,Erection3 weeks ago in Free Verse More Like This
so please, just be quite
just listen with your ears.
I'm not some sort of pervert
who gets hard when I see you.
It's just something I can't control...
you don't understand, do you?
I know what it looks like, when I cross me legs,
when I shift in my seat,
whenever you happen to walk in.
And to be honest, let me get this straight, it's not
because I like you.
It's just sometimes happens,
and no, it's not always around you.
Sometimes it's embarrassing, and I feel ashamed,
when I'm in public, or in class,
when it happens, they call me all sorts of names.
“Look at him, that pig, he only wants sex,”
a girl hisses to her friends, as she brushes
past my desk.
And I hate it I hate it when I wake up in the morning,
only to find out that the sheets are wet
My dreams are like nightmares coming to get me,
behind close lids,
it's as if malicious demons slip in between the sheets
And there are times I really, really need to pee
Searing FearI thought my tearsSearing Fear1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I was simply blinded
Don't ask me what's wrong,
But I think I need help.
SmokingYou breathe inSmoking9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The mist gets swallowed into
It fills your opening with a
You blow the fog back out
As it swirls around
In an elegant dance with
And the process begins
Each time the dense cloud
you hold in
Makes your lungs scream
to get out
However their cries are
dampened by the addiction
Thrown into a closet
and the door is locked
You tap the bullet a bit
to remove some burnt ash
You pull the trigger
and fire away
SoundDarkness creeps around you.Sound9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feeling someone is watching overwhelms you.
You look around, swear there is something lurking in the corner.
Shadows make strange shapes.
Sounds echoing off the walls.
You shrug, must be your overactive imagination or too many horror flims.
The sound of the blade slicing your flesh is that last thing you're ever hear.
Prepare for a FuneralCome and stand in the stall with me,Prepare for a Funeral1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
lean in closer, so perhaps you'll see.
There's nothing pretty about it,
nothing beautiful at all,
if anything, it makes you uglier
than you were before.
Breakfast becomes stale saliva
caked in your tongue,
deep in the craters, so
you'll remember what you've done.
It taste like two fingers prodding
at the back of your throat,
every night and morning.
Like light headedness with every step
taken. With every breath breathed,
dryness plagues your every breath.
It feels like selfishness every so often,
when your family forks out money
for the doctors office. First it's
malnutrition, and an expensive prescription.
And when you throw it up to get yourself
keep in mind that you're not the family's
It feels like depression that slowly takes hold,
like visits to a psychologist
because you refuse to be told
how to eat, how to live, how to be you,
and while you're whisked away in your asylum,
you're family is drowning in dept a
Don't Wear - Trust."I love you"Don't Wear - Trust.1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is too precious
To be spoken
From the day you say
"I love you",
Whether you say it
Every day or not,
I will assume you love me
Unless the day ever comes
And you tell me exactly:
"I don't love you anymore."
Realm's RealityPast's sweet momentsRealm's Reality1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Divulge in the terrible;
Events scar us.
Love heals us.
Our dreams thrive,
Residing in pockets
Within our minds;
We live to die in this
Self-PhobicI hate what I am, what I've become,Self-Phobic1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I look at my body,
I'm repulsed by what I've done.
I want to dig my nails into
my lush breast.
I want to tear these organs
off of my chest.
To rip my hair out, to go bald,
to reach into my throat,
to pull out these hormones
until their all gone.
I'd scream and I'd scream,
but I don't know if I can.
For when I scream in frustration,
I don't sound like a man.
In the mirror, I'm met with curvy breast,
with wide hips, and red lips.
And deep down inside,
that's not who I am .
They told me I'd be happy,
I'd be joyous and free,
but I was the idiot
for thinking that they knew me.
And I’m not the only one,
there's more than a few.
The same thing happened
to a boy I knew.
When we stepped out of the operation,
he had his head in his hands.
It was supposed to be happy occasion,
but only, it wasn't.
“I made a mistake” He said in a whisper,
patting the chair beside him,
as he caught his listener.
“Am I transphobic for hating what I
not a poemmy depression is not a fucking poemnot a poem2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is not just
the grayest of grays
or the darkest of nights
or the boy who didn't love me
its not worth any of those titles
and i'm not going to make cigarettes
look like medicine between my teeth
just because i am sad
i don't need to be told that the sky
or that the ocean
or that i
i do not want to hear about
the millions of different colors that the sky makes
at a certain hour,
and i do not want to hear
there is a tiny world trapped inside of my rib cage
i don't need to be told that the universe
cares and loves me deeper than my own mother
i know all of these things
and i feel sicker knowing them
because while they are true
i still am not happy
its true that
it feels like my bones weigh 10 tons and that
sometimes i lay in bed for hours because
i cannot gather the energy to do anything else
it is so many things but it is not just
a sad poem.
i don't want it to sound appealin
I am LostMy thoughts are orcasI am Lost1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trapped in bathtubs.
Within microcosms -
Stuck, glued tight,
Melting like Dali's clock,
In a cock fight
With my conscience.
Sometimes I forget
All that regret
Burning through -
A pain so forever
That I hardly ever
Feel it anymore.
A cut so deep and quick
That it stops -
Time is static -
Before it bleeds.
Fluttering in the wind.
So much to see.
My heart is vacant,
My lungs made of lead
And both are my enemies
Because I'd rather be dead.
But no I wouldn't.
I'm fake, made of a paper -
A corporate rock whore -
And I don't know
What I stand for.
But maybe I don't have to
Stand for anything -
A word without a definition
Still leaves a mark
On pure paper.
A meaningless spark
Can still become a fire.
A tickle of love
Can still become desire.
The Love Hasn't Died YetThe grave is emptied,The Love Hasn't Died Yet1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Long as been my heart:
My spirit screams, it yearns -
My soul is damaged, emptied,
Buried & heartless,
Yet it holds the desire for
The grave nearby.
Freshly dug dirt lies scattered,
Resembling the shards of my heart:
But there must be a whole lying beneath -
She lies in wait for love to refind
The poor, wandering soul
That searches the graveyard,
That searches for me.
Garden Walks | Finnian x Shy!Reader (ModernAU)Garden Walks | Finnian x Shy!Reader (ModernAU)7 months ago in Romance More Like This
You walked down the hallway of the school, adjusting the grey pleated skirt of your uniform as you walked.
It was a surprisingly loud day at Funtom Academy. You tried your best to ignore the rowdy students, but it was hard with everyone bumping into you in the hallways. You stopped at your locker and spun the knob on your combination lock, opening the metal door once you heard the click of the lock.
“Hi [Name]-chan!” you heard the loud voice of your pink-haired friend, Mey-Rin. Pivoting on your heel, you turned around to face her.
The raspberry-haired girl pushed her round glasses up the bridge of her nose as she stared at you intently. “H-hi,” you mumbled, taking out your textbooks and notes for the next class.
“[Name], I heard some really interesting news!” Mey-Rin whispered excitedly in your ear. You nodded, urging her to continue.
“I heard news from Bard that someone likes you!” the girl squealed, slapping her hands to her cheeks as s
To Mommy and DaddyTo Mommy and Daddy,To Mommy and Daddy10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why is it you didn’t want me?
I promise you were both revered
As I formed inside of Mommy I thought,
I can’t wait to meet them finally!
But you threw me away so easily
Like a simple ball of cells
I’m not blaming you, I just
Wish you had given me more of a chance
Maybe I wouldn’t have been the best child
Because of my physical problems
Maybe I would have been hard to handle
Because of my mental disability
Maybe you didn’t have the money
Maybe you just weren’t ready
But whatever the reason was
I want you both to know
You’re forgiven and still so loved
Bourgeon d'amour(English version below)Bourgeon d'amour7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Solitude d'un nuage du ciel estival,
Tu vantais tes cheveux braisés aguicheurs
Incandescents, au gré du vent qui nous soufflait
Comme deux brins d'herbe sur cette colline,
Seule témoin du temps qui s'envolait pour ne jamais revenir.
Rosée gorgée d'un soleil seul souverain des lieux,
Du fond de tes yeux de charbon, la flamme du désir et mon reflet conquis ;
Et tu murmurais sur moi de tendres caresses de ta peau de jade
Qui se déposaient sur mon dos telles des feuilles d'olivier fauchées de bon gré -
Perdus là où le temps se consume hâtivement comme les échos de nos rires.
Sur cette peinture champêtre, à l'abri de ces cigales sifflantes et cinglantes
Nos ombres se mêlaient et nos corps s'assombrissaient,
Errant dans ce rêve éveillé à en devenir insomniaque ;
Lors de cet Été, des dahlias à nos couleurs ont fleuri.
Bud of lo
Prose - A Guide To Actually Writing: Part 1Prose! - A Guide To Actually WritingProse - A Guide To Actually Writing: Part 12 weeks ago in Editorial More Like This
II. Basic Grammar
C. Point of View
D. Showing And Telling
E. Description/Imagery/Sentence Pacing
This guide's been a long time coming: I've written guides on plot, character, setting, but none on the actual act of writing itself. My main tip is, "Write as if you're saying it, punctuate wherever you stop, and make sure readers know what you're writing." Though, this is something that could use a ton of examples, so here it is: a guide to the actual act of writing for both fiction and non-fiction writers. Students, this guide will save you a letter grade on your term papers!
As always, I must remind you all that this is not the definitive guide to prose: I'm just using what I learned from school and Strunk and White's The El
Who am I?Who am I?1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Who am I?
I can become anything, anyone with a few simple words, a few simple phrases.
Be anywhere, meet anyone. But I am always me.
I can become a zombie creature that hunts survivors in the dark and pounces on them when they least expect it.
Or a Jaeger pilot battling against the the monsters lurking beneath the sea that we had dubbed "Kaiju".
Next thing I know I'm an assassin running along the rooftops with others of my kind, taking down our targets quickly and quietly in the dead of night. I leap forward and tuck into a tight roll as I land on top of another roof.
I blink and wake up slightly dazed and confused in the middle of a battlefield with my Scout helmet off my head. I get up and put it on before grabbing my rifle and help defend my comrades against encroaching enemies.
I get thrown off my feet and roll back into a New York street with Blackwatch soldiers surrounding me, guns aimed right at me. A hooded figure swoops in and massive wave tentacles shoot out killi