Mea LipidesMea Lipides2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Name: Mea Lipides
Personality: A kind young lady that has been a slave of Newlanzic since she were born
Night Clothes: Plain white gown
Causal Clothes: (Picture)
Dressy Clothes: She's not aloud any
Winter Clothes: same as her Causal clothes
How you got sent to this hotel: Got forced to work their by Newlanzic
On LoveOn Love10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cold and empty, hollow sphere
No trace of loving affection there
Trapped inside this rolling ball
Must escape to experience it all
Great big void, nothing within
Internal argument on filling it in
Is this a losing battle fought in vain?
If I give in, what will I gain?
Zelman-clock's quizRules-Zelman-clock's quiz5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
1. Choose a few of your own characters. Five at the most.
2. Make them answer the following questions.
3. Then tag three people.
4. Feel free to go ahead and add some questions yourself!!
1. Me! >w<
2. Syrille Constance (my so-called "best friend")
3. Ophelia (Demon Overlord)
4. Thage (Killer Nun)
5. Loriri (Orikero vampire)
A. Are you a boy or girl?
Me: *blinked* obviously, I'm a girl.
Syrille: Well duuuurrr!Gurl! Looky at mah sexeh bodeh! *does a sexy pose*
Ophelia: ^^ Female.
Thage: *nods* yus, also female.
Loriri: (-_-") We're all females here.
B. What are you?
Me: uhh.. Vampire Scourge? ;w;
Syrille: a demented demonic Jackal-cat.
Ophelia: a demon vampire.
Thage: ...a Lamia.
Loriri: vampire keron? 8D
C. How old are you?
Me: ..?? *starts counting with fingers*... 18..? XD
Syrille: 1,300 years old. Hell, I'm a demon. >B3 And so are the girls below me.
Ophelia: ^^ 1,700.
Thage: (-_-") 1,500.
Loriri: *raises claw*... I lost count. Sorry. XD
D. YOU WANT A HU
WolvesThere where I get devoid of inspiration,Wolves2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My poems will turn to stone;
And while the heart cannot answer to this temptation,
A chilly wind makes me shiver to the bone.
“Wolves!” they said. Let nature fight silence with love.
And then the pack drew back in fear until the seventh sunrise. (Blackest rays…)
“I could not find sugar in their cove…”
But oh, those were words of the unwise.
This pack proved to be my final inspiration;
This land came to be my last desire.
All comes along with responsibility,
Being lit in their fire; burning on a gnarled pyre.
“Time will tell.” “Farewell!”
The hopes are high!
Some things flow through time and space in a hustle
Everybody keeps looking for power; the power in each and every one of us.
“So much I wanted to give to the ones who love me!”
Wolf Legend - Part XXI21. Six Weeks Later (Epilogue)Wolf Legend - Part XXI3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Rabeka sat outside the office building. A cold wind gust blasted against her, blowing her hair all over. She pulled at her scarf, fiddling with the tassels at the ends.
She sat fidgeting nervously, waiting for Andrew to come out of the board meeting. It had been a long battle up until this point, not just with the mob and almost being killed, but life returning to normal wasn't a happy ending. Andrew was in front of a company board meeting, determining whether or not he would be terminated, or kept as a costumer support manager.
Rabeka had already been in there to plead her case. She had been pardoned, only just barely. If it were up to Phil and a few other executive higher ups, they'd be out for good. Both of them gone the same exact days for different reasons, all the while trying to pretend it had nothing to do with each other. It was a mess both knew they'd need to deal with. Thankfully their made-up excuses paid off in the end, and so far at least on
Retrieve What Has Been LostRetrieve What Has Been Lost10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The rusty, red wolf galloped through the city streets easily. She knew the way well for she had traveled this same path nearly every night. Her limbs moved easily and freely beneath her. Running was one of her favorite things. It was such an enjoyment for her that even the dreary hopelessness of the night's journey couldn't bring her down so long as she was in motion. She followed the familiar streets until she came to an old tavern. She slipped in the back, careful to avoid any people. Once in, she vaulted onto a high shelf and slipped into a dark hole in the wall above the shelf. A set of cheaply carpeted stairs rose in front of her. Without a break in movement, she leapt up the stairs, three, sometimes four at a time. The old stairs weren't very many to begin with and she was at the top within seconds. Here she hesitated outside an old door. The whole p
About A GirlI want to tell you about a girl who hates herself--and I want you to listen:About A Girl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She likes to run
Faster, further, harder
Until she can hear her own heartbeats
Pounding in her chest--until she can barely breathe
Just to feel alive
She likes to write
To spill her ink-blotted words
From her veins
Only to crumple up and throw away
Everything her imagination creates
Because she doesn't think it's pretty enough
She likes to sing
To hear her voice echo
And bounce off empty walls
Hoping, wishing that someone will join her in a duet of sorrow
She likes to paint
The colors bleeding down the canvas
Makes her smile
The beauty is more lovely
Than anything she will ever have
She likes to pretend
To get caught in her fantasies
And escape from her nightmarish reality
But she always wakes up
To a world she hates
A life she abhors
Because she isn't who she wants to be
Anywhere but in her dreams
Black DogBlack Dog2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Life not as death but unlife as night is to the summer of the soul/ of a man. Warm breath gone cold, forced to shrivel into a snarl. My prism of thought an artifice of oblivion; a black hole at the heart of every inner sentence, internal monologues disintegrate in hatred, fear and pain. That anguish strains the skin I'm in; a rack of carnal torture, the tearing of tissues, of my self. I claw at my face in torpor; guilt; convulsions of angst, ripping fibres of rage, self consuming self, the gift of life a collapsed imploding star, light so bright it becomes blindingly black.
Time drags, numbs –stops? –my body breaks down into components; part in sleep part in motion. In the darkness of the room a part of me stirs not in body but in spirit, the form of flickering shades deep in the pitch black congeal and rise, with nightmares for blood and malaise for bones, the skin is a rough coarse hide clothed in the bestial furs of a desperate greed; a hunger to fill the void that has formed it. It
You Are My FriendWhen something good happensYou Are My Friend6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are the first person I tell
So I can share my happiness
When I want to have fun
I want to be with you
Because we have such a great time together
When I want to talk to someone
I always talk to you
Because you understand me
When I want hte truth about something
I call you
Because you are so honest
It is so essential
To have you in my life
Thank you for being my friend
Thank you for being my love
AsylumAsylum6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I want out of here
But it seems as if I cannot escape
This horrible asylum I call my mind
The place where all past pains
And current terrors run amok
And the place where unwanted memories
Keep on reappearing
I want out of my mind
But it seems that I cant
Jump out of my head
And I just cant outrun the past
It seems that no matter where I go
And no matter where I turn
Fear and terror seems to find me
And take control of my mind.
I try to get away
But it seems as if Ill never escape
This dreadful asylum I call my mind.
This, is love.So, this is love.This, is love.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And what its all about
If this was meant to be
You will cherish me.
And when the lightning flashes
And the thunder crashes
You will not laugh when I scream.
But you will save me from my fear
Today, tomorrow and all the years to come
You will be my knight in shining armor.
You might get upset
If you really truly love me
You will forgive me
For what ever I have done
To make you mad
You will support me
As I will support you.
You will always truly love me.
Today tomorrow, forever
Today, tomorrow and always
So, this is love.
Silbermond Chapter 1Silbermond Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Viva la winter," I said callously, rubbing my clawed hands together. Finn glanced up at me, clad in the thickest parka I've ever seen and still envious of meI could see it in his little blue eyes.
The snow came up past my ankles, maybe halfway up my shins. We waded through it awkwardly, like we were trudging through thick milk. I could barely pick a foot up, and Finn, who was shorter than me, seemed to be taking the worst of it. He'd already fallen five or six times since he came by and asked me to come with him to see the princess. Each time he did, he would pop up like a spring flower and snort off his clumsiness.
"Why aren't you on Jake, or even Lady." The thought had been nagging me.
The human peered up at me, some twenty paces backward. "They're already there," he obliged. "We all were, but I was the only one that thought you might like to come."
Flattered, I couldn't help but smirk. "Come to what?"
"See the princess!" his smile betrayed nothing of his intentions. It didn't
17. BloodI am not going to romanticize it17. Blood6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cutting does not deserve that honor
For when you press that sharp blade
To your flesh; one thing alone will happen
You will bleed.
There is no set way everyone cuts
Cutting is not all the same sort of relief to all
I can tell you; I prefer a knife and I cut my arms
A bitter sweet moment of life and death balanced
In my blood.
People form habits an addiction
Cutting becomes part of your life and liberty
It is not safe, no certainly not safe;
Even the careful make mistakes and loose
More than blood.
I am not going to give in
Cutting does not control me, I am strong
There will come a day, when I do not think of it
For this is a habit; I cannot help and I write this
In my blood.
Rad der ZeitJunges muss zu Altem werden,Rad der Zeit3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
jeder Frühling wird zum Winter
und auch deines Kindes Kinder
wandeln nur begrenzt auf Erden.
Was geboren wird muss gehen,
Vergangenes kommt nicht zurück,
doch jedes Ende wird zum Glück
als Anfang neu entstehen.
Denn es dreht sich, dreht sich immer,
langsam, sicher, urgemütlich,
weiter, weiter, nimmt dich mit sich,
wie ein Uhrwerk stoppt es nimmer!
In der Sanduhr deines Lebens
rinnt der Sand durch deine Hände,
bis zum Ende, bis zum Ende.
Willst ihn greifen, doch vergeblich,
deine Zeit wird sicher enden.
Jeder weiß es, jeder weiß es,
du bist Teil des Zeitenkreises,
sollst den Sand nur nicht verschwenden.
Denn es dreht sich, dreht sich immer,
langsam, sicher, unerschöpflich,
weiter, weiter, nimmt dich mit sich,
wie ein Uhrwerk stoppt es nimmer!
Du versuchst in blinder Panik,
die Kontrolle zu erringen
und zum Halten es zu bringen.
Willst zerschmettern die Mechanik,
schlägst mit aller Kraft da
A Wolf's LullabyA Wolf's Lullaby10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking through my opened window
Unable to sleep at all
I hear a wolf's cry
Full of sadness and pain
At the sound of it I start to cry
Running into the forest with only my pjs
I follow the trails of wolves
Looking for wounded soul that cried
Finding the wounded animal
Knowing it's about to die
I get on my knees and craddle it's head
Singing a wolf's lullaby
Several years later unable to sleep again
I hear the sound of wolves crying
Full of happiness and rejoice
I fall asleep at the sound of a wolf's lullaby
Burning eternityWhy you always thereBurning eternity6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But so rarely seen
Ever harkened to
So rarely heard
I should not have shut out
That which brought me forth
You bled for me
And every breath I take
Is in your name
And I can remember
The roar of engines churn
The turns to greater strife
And lifts to greater heights
You give all that I am
To me in my hand
Because of you
I can withstand this burning eternity
You give my inner hope a name
Come What MayJust let it happenCome What May6 years ago in Open More Like This
Do not fight the feeling
Do not battle the thought
Live for today
Be thankful for yesterday
For it was yesterday that
Made you what you are today
Tomorrow is what you will become.
If you knew exactly what tomorrow would bring
than why live at all?
It isthe excitement, the anticipation
of the coming that makes live
I am becoming
What I am meant to be.
Silbermond Chapter 14Silbermond Chapter 142 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Behind the windows,
Beneath the bridges
Of things we built
Cloistered away, withdrawn, shut off
I didn't see you today
Actually, I haven't seen you at all
Not since way back when,
When you last held my hand, last smiled at me
And said, 'you're the best thing I have'
Am I still the greatest, am I still charming
Or am I just a problem
That you cannot solve
Or banish to the farthest reach of the world
The words receded into vocalizations. Marceline's voice filled the room, each dolorous note rising and falling, swelling in her chest and pouring out like honey. It coated the bedroom; it hung on the walls like portraits of sad clowns and crying puppies all these sad things that I couldn't really put decent words to.
I kept up the guitar, my fingers discomforted by the elegiac lullaby and not wanting to play. I wanted to sit there and bathe, if not drown, in Marceline's tune. My heart thumped in sync with the highs and lows of the beat and j
ChemieIch schaue in das KlassenrundChemie7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Und gähne mir die Lippen wund
Alkan, Methan, Butan, so'n Scheiß
Mir geht's auch gut, wenn ich's NICHT weiß
Ich frage mich: Was soll ich hier?
Betäubt, halb tot, am Schlafen (schier)
Frau B. erzählt - ich will's nicht wissen
Der ganze Kram ist doch beschissen
Was macht das doofe Elektron?
Ich weiß es nicht - wen schert das schon?
"Und nun macht mal..." - ach geh'n Sie weg
Will ihn nicht tun, den ganzen Dreck
Ohren auf, doch Durchzug an
Ist alles, was ich machen kann
Stift auf Tisch und Augen zu
Ich bitte euch, lasst mich in Ruh'
Ich hab doch nichts getan
Straft mich nicht mit Hexan
Die ganze kack Chemie
Was tut sie, und erst WIE?
Hm, nein, ist mir egal
Chemie, oh Höllenqual...
dear boydear boy,dear boy6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
theres some things we need to get straight
whether you like it or not
firstly i might not know what love is
but i know what its not
- its not something anyone could feel for me
because i could never feel it for them
and loves a two way process
secondly - that wasnt intended to sound harsh
and thirdly, to clarify - i dont fall for people.
even people like you.
sometimes i think youre just too damn perfect
but i dont mind
(even if it does make me look bad)
and i wante
8. InnocenceWhen you would look at her,8. Innocence6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Youd never know.
Not a damsel, and not in distress
Not a maiden, and not locked in a tower.
She would wear heels,
But they get in the way of kicking the bad guys butt.
Never week and never scared
She laughs in the face of fear.
Spiders, snakes, even bears
Are no match for her.
No matter how tough she seems
And no matter how far she roams.
To him, she will always be,
His little girl.
Wearing a dress;
And sliding down the slide.
Six years old
And naive to the world.
No such thing as foreverIts so goddamn hard to liveNo such thing as forever5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When all life wants to do
Is to see you laying dead.
Be your fate, come as it may
Your joys, tears, through counted days
Find it hard, just to raise your head
Its so worth a wonder
Bonds made to keep together, not apart
Seem so made to be severed
Time practices cruel art
Numb upon a weary heart
There is no such thing as forever
For lack of words,
Instead thoughts concede
An ever crimson meeting
Though my limited years
Are outweighed by my tears
Like its my heart that's stopped beating.
One among many, marching
Through numbing throngs of doubt
Clear as the flesh that masks our spite
Somewhere out there
With or without care
Wishing for warmth...in these frigid nights