an amalgam of words that don't make sense anyway.no one reads these things.an amalgam of words that don't make sense anyway.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sure, i've got myself a watch
list but do any of them even
give a damn about a struggling
writer just trying to get a
grip on humanity? no. it's
all about the publicity.
i will spew these words like
a rising volcano, lava spilling
over the keys as a pen once
scribbled deep into the folds
of blue-lined notebooks and
the flesh of unwounded children.
before words, we are all innocent.
now, we have nothing, people
pretend to read my work but no
one really cares about it. these
compliments are hardly ever
genuine and the defection of
my emotion is hardly ever pleasant.
so i will type these words and
they won't mean a thing, and
people will say "great job"
because they didn't even see that
this poem is ridiculing them.
fuckers don't give a shit about
the feeling but when I swear,
it's an arms race for judgment.
it's juvenile. just read the
words you sought out to and
just maybe you'll save a soul.
The phone callThe phone call3 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Arthur lay under his duvet and stared at the ceiling, he just couldn't sleep! Too many thoughts flew around in his head, too many thoughts about him. This wasn't the first time Arthur lay wide awake in bed, it had happened a lot lately. He was in love. This restlessness tore him apart; he couldn't handle this anymore, ha had to tell him. Not caring about the clock showing 02.00 AM, the Englishman grabbed the phone and dialled the number to Francis.
It was a beautiful day, the sun shone on a clear blue sky and it was just enough wind to cool you down. Francis lay on the beach surrounded by women, but the Frenchman didn't give them one single look. His eyes were on the man a few meters away from him, the one with the green emerald eyes, big eyebrows and messy hair, the one with the thick, sexy English accent. He watched as the man turned around and started to walk towards him, his arms were opened ready to hug around the Frenchman and Francis' lovely dream was suddenly
Fleur de LysFleur de Lys3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fleur de Lys
For thousand nights or more
She frigthtened the city
In search for ancient lore
To live eternally
The loss of her beloved
Twisted her mind slowly
In blood chase she's involved
Fleur de Lys is creepy
Noblewoman of France
Herald of painful death
No one can take her stance
Or can follow her faith
Her gorgeous bloody lips
To a vampire kiss
That leads to damnation
Sherlock's Valentine's Day “It’s not a date.” John said quickly.Sherlock's Valentine's Day3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
“I know it’s not.” Sherlock replied just as fast.
“I just don’t want to waste my money.” John rationalized.
“Of course.” Sherlock’s tone was unconvinced, though John assumed he was just teasing him again.
It was Valentine’s day and John had bought tickets to a nice dinner theatre weeks ago, but this morning Sarah had phoned him to say she felt like death warmed over and that he’d better not come round unless he wanted to catch a really nasty flu. He told her he didn’t mind, and went over with flowers anyway, but she’d been asleep when he arrived and didn’t come to the door. When he phoned from the steps and woke her up she’d whispered miserably that she really couldn’t even make it to the door, and that she
Lest we forgetLest we forget2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In Flanders' fields, the poppies blow,
and we who walk among them know
that here men fought, and bravely died
with equal courage, side by side;
the lark has overcome the crow.
We touch the Dead in memory –
embrace them through the century.
The earth enshrines their valiant hearts
in Flanders' fields.
The torch has guttered years ago;
the enemy has been laid low.
And though your names should slowly fade,
your blood a better world has made.
Rest you now where the poppies grow
in Flanders' fields.
Romano x reader: EmotionsRomano x reader: Emotions3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
This fanfic contains a smexy Romano and some, well, "colourfull" language.
You have been warned...
"Lovi~ Look at this one!" You exclaimed, running over to the glass tank. You pressed your nose and hands against the cool glass, watching the beautiful blue jellyfish dance in small circles. You giggled and turned to Romano, who just looked at you incredulously.
"What's so special about it, idiot ragazza. And don't fucking call me that!" He sighed, puffing his cheeks out in annoyance. You giggled again and went to stand closer to him.
"C'mon, its not that bad." You smiled. "Let's go look at the sharks!"
You grabbed his hand and started to pull him in another direction. You noticed out of the corner of your eye that his face was flushed red, and that he was muttering in Italian, not meeting your gaze. You stopped suddenly and blushed softly.
"I-I'm sorry, I can let go if you want." You sighed, starting to loosen your grip on his. Before you could fully slip out of his gra
Cottonwood SummersEvery summer in ourCottonwood Summers6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In good ol'
Would let down
Piles of snow.
The green capsules
As the silky cotton
And the wind would weave
Through the leaves
Coating the oasis
(Although in the later years
It was more like a blizzard!)
Without the cotton
The case would dry
And the wind then blew it down, too
Would run outside
As we went down the
Little path, under the
As we stomped around,
It under our shoed feet.
And I preferred none
As I thought it
A crime to cover my
Except maybe in flip-flops
When we went out-of-home,
But only if my nails were
Oh, they were glorious days!
I'm SorryI'm ashamed to say that I just had the realisationI'm Sorry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that though I begged forgiveness for the wrongs I have
I never said I am sorry for the hurt I have caused.
I was too blinded by the tears and fears of losing you.
That you would walk away and I would lose what means more
to me than life itself.
Now it's time to stop asking 'Forgive me' and start saying
'I am sorry'.
And it may be too late, though I pray it's not, I say
now the three words I have not yet spoken:
I am sorry.
(26 October 2012)
A Case of Mistaken Identity- IIIThe London air is sharp with chemicals and the streets are crammed with people. So many walk right past the two men without even noticing them, and those that do let their eyes pass over the tall forms before sliding to the next face in the crowd.A Case of Mistaken Identity- III3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Martin isn't sure why he's rushing to keep up with Sherlock's fluid stride, since they are almost exactly the same height. "You have to tell me what's going on." He tries to fill his voice with as much captain-ly authority as he can.
The detective tugs at his jacket sleeve. "Do you really mean to tell me you haven't figured it out yet?"
For a second Martin thinks he's joking, but one look at Sherlock's face tells him otherwise. "You really expect me- me?- to...to-"
"Three years ago in a week. Moriarty ruined my reputation and threatened everything I care about, killed himself (I think. I'm not entirely convinced.), I faked my death to stop his agents and hunt them down one by one to stop them being a threat."
It sounds like some kind o
Residents of Castle Bleck: HeadcanonA/N: I've been writing around the Mario fandom for a while now and kind of developed some headcanon about the relationships between these characters and the Count Bleck-Verse as well I'm doing a RP and this is for the sole purpose of referring back to this if something is added or is taken away.Residents of Castle Bleck: Headcanon2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The Castle Itself: Castle Bleck is a huge castle with many rooms and passageways, so it makes it extremely easy to get lost. There are in total thirteen floors and a courtyard in the back (where nothing grows, of course) Each room of the minions (Mimi, Dimentio, O'Chunks, Nastasia, and Mr. L) have magical qualities. They change to what the person who sleeps within them desires. There is also a basement, where Mr. L first made Brobot (and kept everyone awake due to the unknown noises). For entertainment, there's an arcade and a theatre, but the rest of the castle are just rooms with many secrets..
Count Bleck: When he isn't looking over
limitationsmore often than not,limitations1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
it is i who destroy
Missing, InactionI catch sight of him in the big mirror in the hall, and for a moment I think he is smiling. Time, which has been moving with geological slowness, halts as the world and I take a breath.Missing, Inaction3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Dead men don't smile. I've seen him many times over the past few months, that memorable face splashed over the newspapers, that unique name on everyone's lips.
Sherlock Holmes is dead.
And dead men don't smile. Holmes doesn't smile much either, I wanted to say to those who came to me constantly, plying me with questions, always with a numbing, past-tense certainty. What was he like? What had been the greatest part of his life? They walked around our rooms, endless streams of them, until I felt myself at the end of my patience and forced them back out. Baker Street had started to feel more like a crime scene than any locked-room mystery we'd ever encountered. People were everywhere, scrutinising everything, missing no scrap of paper or scuff on the skirting board.
But I - I in my grief noticed n
The Nightmarish Problem: Part 1The Nightmarish Problem: Part 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Author's Note: I always assume that Luke lives with Professor Layton considering that he is his apprentice, and he visits his parents every now and then. If he doesn't live with the Professor in the series, well too bad, because he does in this fan-fiction. Also, some stuff in this may be a bit off, because I haven't made contact with any of the Professor Layton games in such a long time.
Morning finally arrived in London, and a whole new day started. The sunlight found its way through the curtains of Luke Triton's bedroom, and it soon hit his eyes. He stirred quickly in his bed and he sat straight up, panting. He looked around his room as he tried to calm himself down. He quickly rubbed the sweat of his forehead, jumped out of bed, and he ran to the kitchen, hoping to find Professor Layton there.
Luke skidded to a halt as he approached the kitchen. He peeked his head through the doorway, and he could see the professor brewing some tea. The aroma calmed Luke down more, so he
A Guide To TrollsA Guide To TrollsA Guide To Trolls4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
May I present the common or garden troll.
These creatures are often found lurking around internet forums, chat sites, and various other web pages.
Their main purpose in life is to 'flame', 'hate', 'spam' or otherwise 'troll' the fellow members of their online community. This causes annoyance and anger in the victims of the troll, which may lead them to posting angry and/or exasperated comments on the trolls wall/page/etc. This leads us to the troll's diet.
Trolls thrive on the attention given to it by others. This usually comes in the form of aggressive comments or patient requests to "get a ******* life". These comments/posts fuel the troll's endless desire for attention which, in turn, increases its need for them.
Trolls can be identified by one or more of the following attributes:
-General moronic idiocy
In a troll's lifespan, they are most active from the ages twelve to thirty. After this time, they hope
The Reason For MystereThe Reason For Mystere3 years ago in Settings More Like This
The Reason for Mystere
Another RT Fic
Phantom R stood out on the little balcony that his apartment had offered him. The events surrounding Napoleon's first attack on Paris had happened 11 hours past, and R couldn't stop thinking about it.
R didn't bother to change back into his Raphael clothes, as it was 1:34 AM and no one was awake. All the citizens were asleep. All the other criminals were asleep. All the constables were asleep.
And yet, one officer, one zany, tentative inspector, was awake at the other end of town. Inspector Paul Jericho Vergier, father of Charlotte, wife of Emma, stayed awake all night.
Why? R didn't know.
How did R know he was awake? Because he got this crazy idea to call the inspector up about... Well, stuff in general.
(*THE FOLLOWING IS A CALL LOG*)
R: Da dada do do...
Vergier: Paris Police Department, how may I help you?
R: By not being constantly on my case, for one.
Vergier: RHYTHM THIEF! WHY, IF MY LINE TRACKER WERE AWAKE, YOU WOULD BE A COCHON FLAMBE,
How to make Muffin-Tin PiesHow to make Muffin-Tin Pies2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This is a really fun recipe I use for the Holidays and parties! ^-^
The steps listed below will make approximately one/one-and-a-half batches of twelve mini mixed-berry pies. Just use a regular muffin tin, and you can use paper muffin cups if you like, but if you don't I recommend spraying the ENTIRE muffin tin (not just the cups) before putting in the dough to help them come out easier.
The Oven will need to be pre-heated to 350 degrees before the pies can go in the oven.
2 1/2 cups flour
1/4 cup sugar
2 teaspoons of salt
1/2 cup shortening (I generally use Crisco)
3/4 cup butter (chilled)
6 Tablespoons of ice water
Making the dough:
1.) Cut up butter into medium-sized cubes and return it to the refrigerator for later use.
2.) Cut up the shortening and drop in chunks into a bowl of ice water.
3.) In a separate bowl (large), combine flour, sugar and salt and then mix well.
3.) After they are chilled, remove the shortening from ice water, the but
Christianity and HomosexualitySo a lot of times, the reason people are against homosexuality (or bisexuality, etc), it has to do with religious beliefs, namely the Abrahamic trio (Judaism, Christianity, and Islam), and, most vocally in the West, Christianity.Christianity and Homosexuality3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I would like to do some exploration of that.
First, let’s talk about what is said in the Old Testament.
A student essay I’ve read revealed that a verse in Levitcus, one most often cited, was mistransliterated to mean to be against homosexuality, when it was originally against sleeping with your partner for reasons other than sex;
The National Gay Pentecostal Alliance (NGPA) has analyzed the Leviticus verse in great detail to produce a word-for-word translation of the original Hebrew. In English, with minimal punctuation added, they rendered it as: “And with a male thou shalt not lie down in beds of a woman; it is an abomi
BlewI could never dream of EnglishBlew5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
rains that lashed the slabs of Cornish
paves, as a wild clawed cat paws
waves into boats onto rocks
unto death. Hear the slosh
slosh slosh of Mousehole harbour's
bathtub slop; see the gulls flying
backwards, the rainbows as warning
flags, the white horses blowing
up the cliff and over the heath,
taste the wind-nipped salt
drying on your lips. Once I felt
the lightning buzz before
it cleaved a nearby birch in two,
once saw the eye of Men-an-Tol
winking in the storm, and fish
jumping for their very lives
straight into the mouths of birds.
The sea is everywhere. It bites
at our ankles, gnaws at the crags
in cliffs until the whole world
tumbles into its steaming maw.
It rises and falls, rises and falls,
hailing into the flanks of miserable
animals on the storm-sodden tor.
Do they pine, as we do, for one
last breath of stagnant summer?
The Death of VenusIf there lived in the world a manThe Death of Venus4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as rugged and as strong as I,
who could forbear with me yet go against,
who took to the black woods and the silver hills
who savored salt and the lay of fur
with fingertips of dirt and weather,
whose lips rolled words like smoke, like fog-
I would creep into his arms in the prologue of the night,
air sweet with the scent of new-cut hay,
alive with the nightjar's call.
On Death's WingsThe music of the Sunrise fadesOn Death's Wings2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As Death descends upon fiery wings.
His steel scythe glints in the light of his wings.
His eyes filled with black flames.
His shadow hastens the tearful Sunset
As a Starless night descends upon all.
Death comes on devil's wings.
To claim his promised souls.
To Hell they go for sins unforgiven.
Carried by death on his fiery wings.
To burn for eternity for the evils
they have done and the hurt they
By Death's Curse shall you be carried
to judgement inescapable on
Death's fiery wings.
(11 April 2012)
Ode a PhotoshopÔ monde cruel, là où la Vérité n'existe plus,Ode a Photoshop4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Là ou un masque se pose sur toutes les lèvres,
Comment puis-je m'exposer?
Comment puis-je ouvrir mon intégrité?
Les gens rêvent de tout, de tout de rien.
Laideur est un artifice répugnant,
Erreur est châtiée par les plus grands,
Mais mon coeur désire ce qui est plaie,
Mais mon coeur désire ce qui est vrai.
Ôtez de ma vue ces hommes au regard perçant,
La couleur de ces yeux n'est point celle de leurs âmes.
Crachez les photographies éclatantes de mensonges,
Brûlez le bonheur artificiel de vos vingt ans,
Le vrai est souffrant à voir et rares sont ceux qui le regardent;
La sombre trahison est beaucoup plus attirante que la douloureuse Vérité.
Quelle est donc cette Vérité? Que tout le monde est infect pour quelqu'un.
Sachez voir ce tribut non pas comme la fin, mais comme un pas de plus.
Composé en toute artificialit
Where Only I am PresentI tread along the rain-worn streetsWhere Only I am Present4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of urban sprawls whose dwellers sleep
In pied quilts or a lover's fold,
Minds filled with easy, pleasant dreams.
Within the hour, young and old
Will rise for what the day might hold,
With vigor’s kiss on beating breasts,
To ward from winter's ice and cold.
The maples bow to winds' duress -
Adorned in frost, their Sunday best;
Though as for snow upon the ground,
Such sparsity does ill impress.
I cleave my path without a sound,
As if to shore the magic wound
Throughout the city's empty sweep
Where only I am present bound.
The Nightmarish Problem: Part 2The Nightmarish Problem: Part 22 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"I'm sorry, Professor!"
"It's…it's okay, Luke," Professor Layton said as he was coughing his last breath, "but it wasn't your fault." Luke fell to the professor's side and tried to lift his head up.
"Yes it was! I couldn't solve the puzzle in time, and it cost your life!" Luke watched his tears fall onto the professor's face. Luke wiped them away with his blood stained sleeve, and he looked into the professor's dull eyes.
"I'm sorry," he cried.
The professor gave out a small smile before his eyes fluttered shut. His smile faded away as he gave out one more wisp of breath. Luke's eyes widened. "No….." The young boy shook Professor Layton's shoulders as tears poured from his eyes.
"PROFESSOR!" The two were swallowed in a pit of darkness.
Luke felt a warm hand on his forehead. He opened his eyes, and a few small streams of tears came out. It was still night, a little passed midnight probably. His eyes adjusted to the darkness, and he could make out a tall, top-h