Weak On the ship Malevolence, Grievous retired in his quarters with only the light above his mirror on. He sat in his chair, reflecting on his past. Images ran through his mind like a bizarre parade of sorrow. Friends and comrades who were lost in the war against the Huks; being forced into work that was basically slavery in order to help his people; being cheated of the death of a warrior; and now trapped in this prison, this shell of a body. He pulled himself out of the chair and gazed at himself in the mirror as he had done countless times before. And just like all the other times, he saw only one thing: a monster.Weak6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Why?, he thought. Why should this happen to me? What have I done to deserve this? The more he stared at his reflection, the more he hated everything. His body, the Huks, the Jedi, the Separatists, himself. He was especially hating the mask that had become his face. To him, it had become the symbol
Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls"Are you finished yet, Fury?"Draw Me Like One Of Your French Girls5 months ago in Humor More Like This
An uncharacteristic giggle rose from the plume of hair behind the canvas, "Almost."
"You said that half an hour ago. I swear, you're doing this just to spite me now." Death groaned.
Fury clucked her tongue in admonishment, "I told you that I intended to collect the full payment. Now be quiet and let me work."
Death couldn't really remember why he ended up in this risqué position. Or rather, which bet it was exactly that his sister was collecting on. For all he knew, it could have been on any number of them that they had made in their periods of boredom. Oh! What a mistake that was...
Not that they had much to do at the moment. Fury came to him one morning telling him that she intended on collecting on some bet that she had won between the four of them. He shrugged and went with it thinking that he might as well get it over with; whatever it was, couldn't be that bad.
Then she told him to strip off all his clothing and lay on the couch that was set up
wild wayyes there was a timewild way8 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
you didn’t always get your way
back there where my heart
was not so easy to invade
when my battlements were strong
before the pilgrims came
don’t forget you were the one
who loved my wild way.
She remembers the brilliant sheen in his crimson eyes when he got an idea in his head, almost as if it was yesterday. She can picture it so clearly, the way they almost seemed to twinkle and even light up a dark room.
She reminds herself that he’s still the same sleemo she fell in love with, that changes in a relationship spanning the length of theirs is only natural. Yet in five short years she’s watched him age far too quickly for her liking. Hands that were once sneaky and strong now seem delicate, with arthritis binding up his trigger finger on a seemingly regular basis. She can see his bones over too thin skin, and she can hear them creak, an endless symphony of hushed moans every time he takes a step.
He knows that she’s frightened
Grievous War: Chapter 3Grievous War: Chapter 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Qymaen's eyes shot open, the cold moist feeling of sweat dripping down his skin. His body sprung up from his sheets, marked with patterns depicting Kaleesh history, and his vision was blurry for a moment. He finally felt his blood flow through him, refocusing his eyes. He brought an arm to his head and wiped his brow clean. He felt his own apprehension heaving in his chest. His lips felt dry as he drew in each breath. He lowered his arm and gazed on his surroundings.
The moon illuminated the camp around them through the darkness. Many of Qymaen's men slept with their slugthrowers close to their sides. For weeks they harassed the Huk,driving them farther and farther from the mainland of the continent. They were camping in the Kunbal jungle to stay from sight. Their guerrilla tactics have driven the Huk to retaliate. Sheelal looked out farther by the beaches to see the campfires set where the sentries watched for the invading pl
Lailand. (WIP)Chapter 1Lailand. (WIP)1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
There I was, just sitting underneath the old oak tree. It had been such a peaceful twilit night as the winds of Lai softly blew. I watched the water nymphs sing and dance in the moonlit river as I played a ballad of Water.
The wind was so relaxing… so carefree as it caressed my face ever so gently. The grass, a luscious green, waving to the sky. The clouds, just drifting by as the starry night is their sea.
I sighed in awe as this night was truly a wonder. Sadly, it was time for me to leave as it was almost dinner time. I stood up and pulled my blonde hair behind my pointed ears as the wind started rushing their song.
The nymphs had stopped their dance and smiled up on me. I could hear their silent giggles and whispers. I suspect that they are attracted to me. I waved goodbye to my beautiful friends and walked down the dirt path. A guide back to my peaceful village.
I journeyed through the dense forests that walled the entrance to the village. Trees as tall a
AddictionAddiction5 years ago in Other More Like This
I cant stop shooting you up.
I jam the needle of promise in quickly forcing your liquid words home.
I hold my breath for an instant letting your sticky verbs wash over me.
Its been too long since my last fix and I savor as much as I can before your power takes over.
Finally, your seeking terms dirty me up properly; my head teeters and my eyes roll back.
I can feel you.
Reality fades as you take control of my thoughts and my poetry.
Passion burns my flesh while ice gnaws at my gut.
My blood boils as my bones dance outside my body.
I taste sweat and pain.
I see blood and guts oozing as I offer a half hearted lust filled smile.
I think Im trembling but uncertain its from fear or enticement.
Perhaps an unhealthy mixture of each.
Not sure if I really care anyway.
A shaking pen writes of salty sugar and sweet horror.
Addicted to you, I can do anything.
With you inside, I can decorate the world.
EpitafioVeintiséis cigarros serían su compañía esa noche. Veintiséis cigarros, y la espera. La boca amarga, el cuello abierto, la cabeza vacía. ¿Para qué llenarla? Si se está solo, lo mejor es no pensar. Los temas crípticos no son buenos amigos del abandonado. Pero les gusta rondar, les atrae el humo del cigarro.Epitafio8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Uno fuera, uno prendido. Se acercan.
- ¿Una mujer? preguntan.
- Otra espera en vano. La primera grieta. Otro cigarro.
- ¿Qué hacen aquí?
- ¿Te echó el editor?
- La última novela.
- Un fracaso.
- ¿Eso creen ? se ahoga en el humo, le palmean la espalda.
- Y la crítica no te deja vivir.
- Era lo único que me gustaba.
- Era tu refugio, tu escape. Lo sabemos de sobra.
- Antes, cada vez que ustedes llegaban, escribía.
- Ahora conversas.
- Estoy empeorando.
- Eso también lo sabemos de sobra. Veintiséis cigarros. ¿No convidas?
ShatteredNo choice but to follow,Shattered2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Her heart was all hollow.
After everything that happened,
She became a train wreck,
Lost and forgotten,
Blown away like wind.
She faked her smile,
She had hid her tears,
And now it's like she just dissappeared.
She was all alone,
Good for nothing like they said,
She vanished in the darkness,
Avoiding the suicidal thoughts in her head.
She battled with depression,
And tried to sew up her wounds.
She gave up,
And ran from the abuse.
Baby, Im here,
Baby, stay here.
Nothing's that bad to end and quit,
You don't deserve this!
Take a deep breath.
Ignore the insanity.
You will be alright!
Help the poor girl;
She's pale and her heart is hurt.
Isolate and cold,
Blown away like wind.
She faked her emotions,
She had hid her scars,
And lost the happiness that once forfilled her heart.
Baby, I'm here.
Baby, stay here.
Nothing's that bad to end and quit.
You don't deserve this!
Take a deep breath.
Ignore the insanity.
You will be alright, my lovely!
Nature.Nature is seclusion, nature is my home.Nature.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A peaceful home, away from the city sounds, far away from the dc politics and freak-show harlots.
Is nature death? What is death? Is it bad? evil? No. It's a long dark sleep, it's blind and deaf and mystery surrounds it. So is nature death? Possibly.
Peace, peace is the ultimately reason for death, it's also the reason to be around complete nature. But why death? Because death is dark, when I think of nature I think of dark green, I think of being alone.
Darkness surrounds me, all alone I wait for my reincarnation. I observe life creation within nature, I feel the life creation within death.
It is not sad or agnsty, it is what it is... And I love it. Death is not to be feared, but you must also remain wary of it. Same with nature, nature should not be feared but in nature lurks evil.
Color me green, all these things unforeseen. Follow me free, can't see, what I'll never be. Just be, just me, just free.
I'm in love with a painterYou are the painter who streaks rainbows onto my lungs,I'm in love with a painter6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
who stains chalks onto my rib cage.
And every time I see you
I get so
o u t
b r e a t h.
I'm in love with a painter
Valentines DayDuring Valentines day,Valentines Day3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I sit home alone
My moods change
Happy to sad
Happy not to be tied down,
to be independent, strong
Sad to not have the companionship
That I really do crave
But it's nothing new
I'm always alone
On Valentines day
That hasn't changed.
Things To Do When You're Bored1. Write about penguinsThings To Do When You're Bored4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
2. Sing about penguins
3. Draw a penguin
4. Now try not to think about penguins
5. Think of The Game
6. You lost
7. Play a board game
8. By yourself
9. Stand outside a convenience store and make an airlock door sound from Star Trek every time the door opens
10. Try this at home
12. Draw a picture with mountains, an ocean, snow, a rainbow, and a unicorn
13. Make random references when people talk
14. Try to make yourself laugh
15. Try not to laugh
16. Try speaking a foreign language that you don't actually know how to speak
17. Find different faces you can make with the computer symbols : )
18. Cyclops! OD
19. Write about a dream where you could fly
20. Attempt to fly
21. Read a book where the characters could fly
22. Write a book where the characters could fly, but the characters aren't totally pure awesome like Superman
23. Buy two composition notebooks, because you don't want to buy a real book
24. Try reading the notebooks
25. Write a letter to
Love is a GameLove is the name,Love is a Game4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pain is the game.
Watch out for lies,
And steer clear of good byes.
Don't fall so fast,
Don't think this will ever last.
The lesson learned,
Is remembered in the past,
Just for a moment.
There are rules to something so easy,
Youre in love theres no doubt,
And theres no way out.
Once they're out that door,
The waiting game begins.
If they come back they always loved you
If not, they never loved you at all.
Or so they say in this hideous game we all play.
TwistedTheTwisted4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
think of the good times. You would have missed it.
Still Not GingerThe Doctor had decided to dye his hair.Still Not Ginger3 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Well, Rose, not going to be regenerating anymore,” he said cheerfully. “And that means I’ve got to find another way to be ginger.”
“Yes, but…you’re going to dye it?” she asked. “I like your hair, you know. It’s nice. Suits you.”
“But I want to be ginger!” he’d whined, and it wasn’t like it was her hair to control, so she’d sighed and agreed to buy him some hair dye. Once he had the packet, he’d frowned, proclaimed it to be “not ginger enough,” and proceeded to add some sort of strange alien chemical to it. Rose had her doubts about changing the composition of the stuff, but he’d insisted that it would be fine, and he was the Doctor, after all.
“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?” she asked him, arms folded as he shooed her out of the bathroom.
Your SmileYour Smile4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The smile on your face
Filled with beauty and grace,
In the night sky, like a star shower
I can not resist it's power.
At times, I picture your smile
In my mind, remaining for a while,
Your smile brightens up my day
And all my troubles fade away.
That smile, if you couldn't show
Would make me feel down and low,
There is a sadness that blankets my life
But your smile cuts through it like a knife.
Let your smile remain on your face
For it belongs in that place,
To flourish, to cheer up all that see
It means so very much to me.
Let nothing make your smile retreat
In the hopes that one day we meet,
And in your eyes I deeply stare
And in my kiss, my love I share.
For on that day, your smile will show
Like a gift wrapped in a bow,
Each time I see that smile you possess
My love for you grows in excess.
Why Not to get out of Bed.Depression.Why Not to get out of Bed.4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Withering me down.
Down to even less than I think I am.
So why try?
Why not just give up before hand?
No one needs me.
So I'll stay here.
I'll stay here and hate more.
More than I first did,
For lying in bed.
Which shall keep me longer.
So I surrender all of my day,
To the only solution to my sadness.
Sleep the guilt, the hate away.
Sleep the worthlessness down.
I'd rather just pray and sleep.
Pray that I can sleep,
And hope that tomorrow,
Will be a better day.
But if I'm only going to fall,
Why get up?
What If?Love me?What If?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I never really could understand why?
You tell me you love me but you left me standing there
I know you may never leave me but you wouldn't as a friend
There is more than what meets the eye when it comes to talking to you
I feel connected to you more than anyone else did
Maybe there was a gap?
Gap that wasn't there before
Drifting away like sea billows roll
Bridges are built but the gap will always be under it
Going the extra mile to give you what you deserved and more
That is my love for you
To give more than what you expected
Nevertheless, there are doubts
These doubts they fill my heart with "What Ifs?"
What if you stop thinking about me?
What if you stop caring for me?
What if you stop loving me?
I don't want think about the many possibilities can be
Don't fall into temptation and believe them
Don't over analysis things that you can't control over
I want to tell you "please stay, I don't want you to leave. I still an 'us' just don't...I...love..you.."
The tears f
Suicide.Goodbye, tonight.Suicide.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My last fright, our last fright.
When it comes I'll look away,
Begin to pray, I'm that afraid;
No, it's not a play.
When you see, you'll feel all you've done to me.
How I came to be, how I split in 3.
Just be sure to always remember me.
Now I'm ready,
Can't feel greedy.
Goodbye, here comes the levity;
To see me free,
From all the cheating, thieving, leaving,
All need me, just hear me, can't see me, goodbye lovely.
PROMPTS1. now my thoughts are soggyPROMPTS3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
2. you came to me with evergreens in your palms
3. a method to madness
4. i love you with a pinch of hatred
5. lest the wind betray my secrecy
7. the time warp came like melting chocolate
8. the gutter was spotless
9. she was the ultimate, indisputable resignation of beauty
10. odi et amo (latin nerds - kudos)
12. he left the window open every time
13. what would YOU do for a klondike bar?
14. the day elegance eloped with reason
15. i tried to make you beautiful
16. blend with the moon because it's actually the sun
17. my regrets refuse to compromise
18. artistic integrity
19. your mind fell like thunder clouds
20. you were my first constellation
21. the train came
22. ink blots stained
23. her lips were red like moon drops
24. let them go
25. a love letter to my soul
26. forbidden radiance
27. your heartache was not long forgotten
28. the even numbered stitches
Why Am I Here?Why Am I Here?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today you asked me;
"Why are you here?"
What could it be?
My answer must endear.
But nothing came,
Not one word.
What a shame,
Not to be heard.
I just smiled,
Reached for your hand.
I was like a child
Who had been banned.
You left me alone,
Looking like a fool.
My tears not shown.
You where so cruel.
But then I thought,
More and more,
I found what I sought,
Its you I adore.
I went to get you,
I told you who I love!
Your smile bright and anew,
Now a love to speak of.