ElegyShe ran to the yardElegy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And threw back her head
But there were no stars
And humans can't fly.
Little childI stand in a field, as a child,Little child2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A simple flower, i hold in my palm,
A symbol of how easily something can be crushed or blown away,
Nurture this beauty and sigh away my pains,
A lotus, the soul of my love,
I hold in my hand.
As i contemplated these thoughts,
A Angel made itself known, walking in, with no halo or holy father,
Suddenly i felt insecure and stupid,
A boy in love with a flower.
It approached me and took my hands in its palms gently,
An angel maybe but a woman i was sure,
She possessed soft hands like small pieces of stroking silk,
Encasing my hands so they formed like fists.
A panic, i fell into fear as i began to crush my love, my flower,
Anxiety and pain, my heart began to cry and so did i,
She smiled and opened my hands palm up to show me,
The flower was still there and as perfect as uncrushed.
I awoke from this dream, a man,
I realized the flower was my love and my hands the rest of the world,
The hands are unable to crush what i love,
Love is something more, something u
Between You and MeIf you really want to know,Between You and Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"what's the difference between you and I,"
It's the fact
that when asked that question,
"It's you and me, stupid!"
and think that's a sufficient answer.
I am... I can get in your head without thinking.I am...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can make you cry without shedding a tear.
I will make you scream in horror, but I have no fear.
I can make you run without even moving.
I am the master while you are only the student.
I am the royalty on the throne while you bow down.
I am still deadly, without a heart.
I am the darkness that surrounds you, light.
I am lifeless, while you are lively.
I feed off of the anger and sorrow that escapes your grasp.
I am the one hiding in the night.
The shadows that follow you.
sucideI cut my wrist tonight,sucide8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to feel the pain.
I pressed the blade so deep,
the blood fell like rain
I watched it flowing fast,
down onto the floor.
My life started draining,
untill of me there was no more.
I awoke into darkness,
with pain inside my chest.
There sitting beside me
were those who failed the test.
What have I done for this!?
I cried out in shame.
whispering from beside me said
there was only me to blame.
now I am lost to the night,
of which I will never rise.
and whispers in my heart,
all the lost souls cries.
Blueberry PancakesLast night had been very nice and today was starting out to be beautiful.Blueberry Pancakes4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Birds were singing in my garden and the morning sun shown through the kitchen window lighting my small antique table.
It had been Grandmothers once and was currently adorned with a pink tablecloth with matching white and pink dishes. A single pink rose decorated the center and I think she would have appreciated the arrangement.
My little pink apron matched as well and kept things neat and protected as I moved about the small but charming kitchen.
As he sat down with his morning coffee cup I glanced over and frowned. The dark colored, well used mug clashed with both the décor and my senses.
In solution I simply poured him a fresh cup in the proper colored mug, traded it for the chipped one and set about finishing his breakfast.
Scrambled eggs with pepper flakes, fresh peaches and homemade blueberry pancakes.
The remnants of last night's euphoria
Polaris - Fly-outCaptain David Metlesits looked around all the unfamiliar faces in the room. There were Humans, Andorians, a Caitian or two and some folks whose race he simply did not know. And there was the one familiar figure, standing next to him: Branch Admiral Boccioni, her age compensated by her spirit.Polaris - Fly-out4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
- This meeting of the Inter-Federation Armed Forces is in session, as of now. Boccioni said. Even though she was a First Fleeter, she out-ranked everybody in the room, given that her only two superiors were the Fleet Admiral of Starfleet and the C in C of the Federation. The slight buzz of chatter that filled the room ended abruptly. The time for being official has begun.
- Captain Metlesits. said an Andorian Rear Admiral, his face lined with age and experience As you very well know, this meeting will decide on the upcoming relationship between our separate branches of military.
- Sir, yes sir. Metlesits nodded. He wanted to show himself as an officer of the
Revolutions in EnergyOur current major sources of energy are expensive, spew large quantities of greenhouse gases, heavy metals, and other waste into the atmosphere, and rely on reserves of fuels that are growing harder and harder to obtain. Wind and solar power are expensive to install, high maintenance, require a large amount of area, and only provide power when the wind blows or the sun shines--the rest of the time, they have to either switch over to a fossil fuel backup, or have stored enough energy in batteries to last.Revolutions in Energy1 month ago in Editorial More Like This
We need power sources that can provide more energy per unit of cost and area than current systems, and do so continuously--all day, all night, wind or no. A source of energy that is more economical will be adopted by necessity, and because it works better.
This source of economical, powerful, clean, abundant energy is not unattainable fantasy, nor decades down the line--it is real, today. It is nuclear.
Nuclear power is an incredible paradigm shift--an atom breaking apart through nucle
The Xavier: PrologueThe Xavier, a standard Obsidian Class Luna Destroyer- one of the most powerful starships in the Syrunese People's Interstellar Fleet; a fleet built by the people, for the people- be it defence or otherwise. The Xavier was a 2401 meter long, 4.914 million tonne warship with its crew compliment of around 2000 individuals and complete with a weapons array consisting of 36 standard Ion Cannons, 8 anti-matter capable missile ports and a first class 20 Yotta Volt Tesla forward battery, and just to be sure it didn't run out of firepower; it held 18 Demious class fighters- each easily capable of destroying a Koron heavy freighter. The Obsidians were the dreadnoughts of the fleet and they held spacial superiority no matter what sector they propelled into.The Xavier: Prologue3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was through these destroyers the Koron-Syruni treaty was signed, afterall even the warrior race of the Korons knew they could not defeat even one Obsidian- never mind the 8 stationed on their border.
The Xavier had been patrollin
A Talk With AliceA Talk With Alice4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Love, Madness is well mad. Sometimes it comes on slowly, devolving over many of years. Other times it's triggered by a certain event, such as a tragedy. Madness is never really predictable, never really certain. But one thing is for certain, true madness, the kind that often swallows a person entirely, is not only a state of mind, but a state of being as well.
Madness is an evil thing. It can trap you inside your own mind. You can't talk, can't move, can't do much of anything. The voices in your head, they take control. They tell you things you normally would know to be false. But you aren't normally anymore or you dear? No, your forever changed by this curse.
You try to tell them of all the things you see, the things that plague your existence, your dreams, turning life into a living nightmare. But they don't listen to you. They disregard you as nothing but a hopeless case, a nuisance at best. And the creatures always come at night. When the lights are gone
EntropyBegging it to have it's way with me,Entropy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
teasing it, taunting it, tempting it,
It's going to have me anyway,
why not have it be on my terms?
I want to be reduced to my absolute value,
find out what lies beneath my layers of bullshit,
reduce me back to chaos,
and see what's birthed from the ashes.
R'lyehR'lyeh3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ancient R'lyeh rose to the top,
A city where Euclidian geometries stop.
A curve a, a loop, a swirly doo,
They twist and turn and corkscrew.
The star-spawn caper and chortle with glee
As the stars 'are right' at apogee
Father Dagon plays on his flute,
Retaining sanity; the point is moot.
Old Yog-Sothoth is bored and wasting time,
As feelers emerge from dimension one-seventy-nine.
The race of Yith is studying you,
All your knowledge they wish to accrue.
Far more pleasant than a deep one breeding pool.
The Fungi of Yuggoth are from afar
They'd like to borrow your brain in a jar.
The Elder Things shuffle along,
While Shoggoths whistle to their song.
And Pickman paints ghoulish throngs
Brown Jenkins twitters with glee,
Can you pay old Keziah's fee?
Hurry now, Kadath awaits,
What shall become of your fate?
Kidnapped ch. 1Kidnapped chapter 1Kidnapped ch. 17 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Nope, I dont own the Akatsuki. Just the kidnap-e.
I went to bed that night.
I wasnt falling asleep easily. I was wondering about whether I had parents or not.
I turned to my window. I nearly jolted out of bed.
I poked one eye through the shades. There was a figure about my size standing before my window. When my eyes adjusted I saw it was a boy. He looked about my age. He had long blonde hair, with bangs covering his left eye, and a ponytail holding part of the rest of his hair.
Apparently he hadnt seen me because he kept knocking on my window. Finally I pulled my shades up. He was shocked at first. Then he motioned for me to open my window. I hesitated, then finally thought, What was the worst thing that could happen? so I did it. I only pulled my window about an inch up. Im sure he would have pulled it more but there was a bug screen in bet
poem: What Do You Wantpoem: What Do You Want4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
What do you want
Can't you leave me
What was paper
Is now steel
I don't want to hurt
I'm not coming back
Now I've left you
Roadmap burningThis is the easy way.Roadmap burning5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every wall to break through is bribed,
every thorny rose cut by able hands.
The steps you can make are numbered, but certain.
Do not ask of the hard way,
for its walls are of stone
and the paths are painful,
every step leading backwards instead of ahead.
Did you think the world worked like a fairytale,
having you choose which way to take?
Did you think you'd just turn and say:
"I'll choose my own damn way",
proceeding to walk towards orange sunsets
or a meaningful death as a tragic hero?
I thought you were wiser than this.
See, every step of the way is lined out on a map
of hopes and precautions, the dreams you develop
are caught and observed and then nourished or crashed
by the guardians you're given and the ones you select.
I would love to say: "As for the correct way
to get out of this mess and live peacefully,"
and add anything truthful and useless to that,
but the truth is, I wouldn't believe it;
and neither would you, rarely wise one.
Legend of Spyro Altair ch3Legend of Spyro Altair ch35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Legend of Spyro: Altair
La transformación de Altair
La vez pasada Cynder y Altair se quedaron platicando en el balcón viendo el atardecer sobre la pradera hasta que se hizo de noche, después ambos se fueron a dormir. Cuando Altair se fue a la cama no podía dormir, ya que tenía muchas preguntas acerca de su pasado y de el por que en no era un Dragón como su hermana, poco después le gano el sueño y se quedo dormido, en eso dentro de su sueños Ignitus fue a revelarle en sus sueños como regresar a la normalidad.
Ignitus: *con vos espiritual* Altair, Altair
Altair: huu ¿quien es? ¿Quien esta allí?
Ignitus: no te asustes Altair, mi nombre es Ignitus el guardián del templo del tiempo y he venido a ayudarte
Altair: ¿ayudarme? ¿Pero como me ayudaras?
Ignitus: te ayudare a que vuelvas a tu forma original, además te daré dos dones que podrás utilizar cuando quieras
Altair: ¿Qué clase de do
EntropyFading away, into the light of dayEntropy3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Morning is cold, lonely and gray
Can never let go, of this memory's glow
Happiness lost, sends me deeper into sorrow
Where the healing beginsWhere the healing begins5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was golden,
Like a drop of those rays.
Washing over me.
You said You love me.
And I believed it from the start.
I allowed doubt and pain
To rock my world.
Allowed it to shake my core,
And it started to shape me.
I built these walls so high,
Around this frail heart.
But I soon learned this wall
was made out of glass, and not stone.
So when You touched it,
It crashed to the ground.
These walls crumbled with Your love,
Freeing this caged heart
which You led out of the dark,
and into Your light.
That's when the healing begins.
The voiceThe voice: It reaches into meThe voice5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sudden burst of sunlight.
I open my eyes
but never see.
The words: A fire in the forest
burning bright for revolution.
I close my eyes
but still can see.
The song: A wave of flesh and blood
a firework of what-would-be's.
I stare into your sunlight and
forget the man I'll be.
Conferring with the devilAce for ace and king for pawnConferring with the devil5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the deal is made, the pact is strong
I should, but haven't had the time
to think of all the years.
Drop by drop and piece by piece
the feeling slips, the feeling stirs
it slumbers, deep beneath his lips
too close to see, too far to touch.
At last I feel his final kiss,
where broken feathers never land
and through my newfound eyes I see
the world in black and white.
WaterproofA thousand poems in the rainWaterproof5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and it seems plausible
that the words should rise where the water falls.
Did you make them waterproof?
A thousand poets in the rain
have lost their belief in impossibilities,
that their voice could be heard over myriads of raindrops.
They stare at the sky and hope to turn waterproof.
A thousand raindrops fall from the sky
and smile at the words they are passing,
at the voices that sing with their sound.
Who said that they need to be waterproof?
Misadventures of a Hunter 27Chapter 27: MassacreMisadventures of a Hunter 274 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I do not own Left 4 Dead 2
Ark made a noise as the horde rushed at them, pulling Ellis to his feet, the mechanic gagging from all of the water and smells. " This stinks!" Ellis commented, spitting some water out and hefting his tire iron, prepared to fight for his life as the horde lunged for them. Ark could have sworn that the horde wasn't nearly as big from when he saw it from on top of the ledge, but all things looked small from a distance anyways. Ellis let out a cry as he was pulled into the murky water by a common infected, Ark growling under his breath before trying to reach the mechanic.
It was his fault for dragging Ellis outside and down the slope, and the others would kill him if something as simple as a horde managed to kill Ellis. He doubted the other man would go down that easy, but better safe than sorry. Finding Ellis in the crowd, swinging his tire iron like it was an extension of his arm, Ark had to duck once to avoid getting hit.
Words for the firesideTear down the walls and reclaim that feeling:Words for the fireside5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wind in your hair is the wings of your heart
is the flower of freedom at last.
It was the rooster I heard
at the crack of dawn,
but that is not what woke me.
That lonely spirit of the rebel
pulled my bones up and on
into the cold, cold morning.
And over the hills it drove me
over the grass, the green and the blue
I felt like going forever;
don't ask me the reason, don't ask me where to.
You'll never read this letter
because you'll never want to know
just what happened
and why it could have been your fault.
I like to imagine that in the smoke
rising from its ashes
you will feel just a hint of its contents -
a fleeting shadow
of your guilt.
Will your back bend with
the curve of the letters?
Will your heart drain of ink?
Or will you smile and forget
like the fool
that I know?