Truly FreeIn this world as we know itTruly Free2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No human will ever be free
Slavery is lessoned
But the past will forever haunt
Never free of bad memories
And still racism will haunt
Never will it end
Even in the façade of peace
We are not free
Judgment of others
Social standings and wealth
And being told what to do
Where to go
What to be
In our own homes
We're trapped from the start
The teachings and influence of those around us
Swaying our minds one way or another
Never will our thoughts be truly free
Imagine none of these restrictions
Are we yet free?
It still comes down to the basics of life
Our physical limitations
We cannot fly freely among the birds
Nor swim with the whales in the open sea
But say we could
We're still confined
The day the world ends
Will be the day
Humans are truly free.
I am a GirlI am a girl who smilesI am a Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when things aren't always happy
I am a girl who cries
but stands up and starts over
I am a girl who is Bisexual
that loves both of the sexes
I am a girl in love
with 2 people
I am a girl that is strong
when most are weak
I am a girl that smiles all the time
when everything is falling apart
I am a girl that sheds a tear
but starts all over again
I am a girl that never gives up
when things don't go her way
I am a girl with a heart
a girl that is in love
I am a girl that cares deeply
for those she truly loves
I am a girl who is in love
with a guy as well as a girl
I am a girl that is Bisexual
and stands up for what she believes is right
I am not a whore
I am not a slut
I am just a girl
that should be treated fairly
I am a girl with a difference
I am a girl with opinions
I am a girl that does not care
I am a girl who will always be Me
ApplesSweet and sensual,Apples2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feel of your fingers on my skin.
Slow and longing,
The trail of your hands on my curves.
Languid and helpless,
The pulsing of my veins under your masterful strokes.
My love for you is like my love for apples.
Juicy, crunchy, delicious...
And as dark as a sinner's heart.
Wonder.Do you fear your own death?Wonder.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.
Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.
Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.
But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.
It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...
I'm afraid of how I'll
Horror Of My ChildhoodThe warm water runs down my body and as I look down at my feet I see my long brown hair, black wet, float on the water flowing over my breasts. I go to grab the shampoo but its not there. Oh yeah, I ran out last time and was to lazy to put more in. Great, now I'm gonna have to tell for my dad. I'm thirteen and still need my father to take a simple shower.Horror Of My Childhood2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Dad?" I call hoping he can hear me all the on the other side of the house in the office. He's alway in there, working like I don't even exist. I know he does it all for me but sometimes I just want him to be a dad.
I yell repeatedly, louder and louder with every call. Now I'm getting worried. He never leaves when I'm in the shower because I might fall and drown while he's away or something. I try one last time with all the lung power I can muster out of my small diaphragm.
This time I hear a rustle in the background of the shower water pounding at my ears. Usually I can hear him coming from a mile away because he walks so heavy and h
SirensThey run when they hear sirens -Sirens2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it's all they know.
They hide under bridges
and fire escapes,
like their fathers
and their fathers' fathers.
They know the sight
and sound of thick
black boots in hallways
and the anger of an engine
unwinding in the streets.
They remember how unfriendly
four a.m. can be,
hunching behind fences
that wait with open jaws.
And they remember
how sour fear actually tastes
when it lingers
in the back
of the throat.
Why I Don't like BasementsI carefully avoid the random stuffed animals as I make my way down the bare plywood stairs. My dad always says he's going to finish this basement but we all know that's never going to happen.Why I Don't like Basements2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I am almost to the bottom when my bare foot slips on an unnoticed toy. "Damn it Mittens!" I say under my breath as I pick myself up off the cold concrete floor. I used to think it was cute that the cat carried up our old toys. It looked like he was carrying his babies but now I wish he never figured out how to get into those tubs.
I stand up slowly, looking around in the black. My hand stretches to the rough wall feeling for the light switch. I find it and flip it expecting to be blinded by the sudden light but it never came. I guess that one lonely light had finally burned out. Oh well. Mittens still needs food or I will hear about it later when I'm trying to sleep.
I'm pretty familiar with my surroundings with this being my house for my whole life. I try to forget the uneasy feeling I get about
Dear HarryDear Harry,Dear Harry4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When you saw that flash of green light, a sinister laugh knocking in your ears and a searing pain on your forehead, did you ever think that you would start childhoods and set souls ablaze?
When you were locked in your cupboard after your awful aunt and uncle refused to give you dinner, again, did you know that you would soon have millions of children smile at the sound of your name?
When you were on the train to Hogwarts, and you met your best friend Ron, did you ever wonder that we were all on the train with you, we were all excited to go to school with you, and we were estatic to be sorted into our proper houses?
Whenever you felt like you were all alone in the world, did you know that we all stood up, applauded and cheered you on, with grins outstretching the world, tears rushing down our cheeks and glasses similar to yours on our faces?
When you were terrified and thought that you had truly met your sticky end, did you know that millions of people would dress up exactly
The Age of Assassins, chapter 1Chapter 1: The New KidThe Age of Assassins, chapter 13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I was just getting settled into my new room when I heard the door open behind me. Looking back, I saw the browned face of a Redguard boy, maybe a year or two older than me. He wore the good-quality Imperial-style tunic and trousers that were common in the city of Solitude, and he was carrying a lute under one arm. We stared at each other in surprise for a moment, the corner of a bedsheet in my hand, until he finally stepped inside and closed the door behind him.
“You’ll have to forgive my surprise,” he said with a slight smile, putting his lute down on the desk next to his bed. “I didn’t realize that I was getting a roommate.”
“Yeah,” I responded, “sorry about that. I just got here this morning, and things have been a little crazy.”
“I imagine that it must have been. Crazy, I mean. Everyone else has been moved in for days, and classes start tomorrow.”
“If I could have gotten here
Myths of SheogorathSheogorath Invents MusicMyths of Sheogorath7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
In the earliest of days, in a time when the world was still raw, Sheogorath decided to walk amongst the mortals. He donned his guise of Gentleman With a Cane, and moved from place to place without being recognized. After eleven days and eleven nights, Sheogorath decided that life among mortals was even more boring than his otherworldly existence.
"What can I do to make their lives more interesting?" he said to himself. At that same moment, a young woman nearby commented wistfully to herself, "The sounds of the birds are so beautiful."
Sheogorath silently agreed with her. Mortals could not make the beautiful and inspired calls of birds. Their voices were wretched and mundane. He could not change the nature of mortals, for that was the purview of other Daedric Princes. However, he could give them tools to make beautiful sounds.
Sheogorath took hold of the petulant woman and ripped her asunder. From her tendons he made lutes. From her skull and arm bones he made a
Her Voice - A Dragonborn's Tale - Part IThe story of her life wasn't a normal one. For one, she had no idea where she had really come from. She had no idea where - or who - she was, for that matter. All she knew was that she had awoken with a screaming headache on a cart headed for Skyrim. She didn't recognize the people she was with. She barely recognized her own hands, for they were not armored or clean, but bound tight with ropes. The only thing she knew for sure was that she was a girl, a prisoner, and about to die.Her Voice - A Dragonborn's Tale - Part I3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was shockingly calm for a person in her predicament. She couldn't remember why she was a prisoner and bound. She was probably caught crossing the border into Skyrim, even though she hadn't a clue what her crime was. Maybe she stole something without thinking, or crossed the wrong guard. Maybe she was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Did it matter? Really, did it matter?
Her vision unblurred from the light. A horse-drawn carriage with an armed guard was pulling her to her eminent doom. A chill
Red vs. Blue vs. Star TrekRed vs. Blue vs. Star TrekRed vs. Blue vs. Star Trek7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The scene opens with the familiar animated star field. A familiar ship comes into view flying on a tilt. It passes the viewer at high speed. The saucer bares the familiar name and designation of USS Enterprise NCC-1701 but it looks like someone spray painted Sarges ship over Enterprise in red. The view pans over the top of the saucer of the Enterprise to focus on the bridge. Inside are four Spartan soldiers attending various stations. They are the red team from red army, Sarge in the captains chair, Donut at the Helm, Simmons at sensors, doubling for communications, and Griff at the second station next to Donut.
Sarge: Sarges log today. Whatever today is
Simmons: Its a stardate, Sarge. Technically today would be stardate 13-88.5.
Sarge: Shut up, Simmons. Let me do the log.
Simmons: Can do, Sarge.
Griff: Why dont we just go by the normal time stamp? You know, Month, day and then year.
Simmons: That is how a
His ScentShe imagined the smell of him -His Scent6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bergamot and lime
and something unfamiliar,
and his slow walk
through her soul
like the end of the world
and how his weight
would be inescapable
and alive with summer.
She imagined his touch,
warm water in the bath
and the rich twist of silk
and how she knew
he would taste
just like that first time
when the streets crawled home
and dawn broke
in slow thunder.
A Letter Home - page 1Dear Mommy and Daddy,A Letter Home - page 12 years ago in Humor More Like This
Guess what - I've finally figured out a way to send you letters without blowing your cover. At first, I was SO upset that I couldn't write to you - the local couriers are really sweet and friendly, but not too reliable, I mean they don't even manage to keep all their clothes on while getting from one place to another! - but then... Well, I guess you've already figured it out by now who my very special messenger is. Bet you were in for the surprise of your lives, seeing Barbas again after over two hundred years? I met him completely by accident; he says he'd had some sort of falling out with Clavicus Vile, which made him leave... So now he is hanging out with me, filling in the position of my wisecracking sidekick - and using his superduper Daedric powers to deliver letters for me!
Some long introduction, that was! The one thing that troubles me while I'm writing letters is that there are SO MANY thoughts all buzzing in my head, stepping on each other's toes! Most
Leap: Chapter 2Leap: Chapter 24 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
12 Kingsway 9:27 Dragon
Lothering, Southern Bannorn, Ferelden
Malina liked Lothering. Sure, the little creek running through the middle of town smelled like an open sewer… mostly because that's just what it was, and yes, quite a few of the locals seemed somewhere between "slow mabari" and "clever lump of dirt" in terms of intelligence… that made no difference. Lothering was blessed with something no other town could claim: the most oblivious templar force in the whole of Thedas. Not only had they managed to live quite happily for years, they had done so without so much as a single question. Even when Bethany developed a religious streak and began attending Chantry services over the strenuous objections of, well, everyone, their lives remained calm.
The sisters were sitting on the bridge over open-sewer creek, kicking their legs over the edge. They had been giggling about an Orlesian novel Bethany had found somewhere. "I think it seems silly," Bet
The most important mission of all (RussiaX Reader)“Well I’ll be going then Sir.” You saluted officer Braginski and turned to your plane. After getting into the cockpit and getting settled you flipped the switch, the satisfying hum of the engines filling the small compartment.The most important mission of all (RussiaX Reader)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Ivan stood and watched as you took off yet again. His heart squeezed painfully as your plane disappeared over the horizon and he turned, his long scarf swishing behind him as he walked. It was always like this.
Ivan had been taken in by your mother, one of the best pilots in the nation and the only female one. She was renowned for her impressive dives and spins and when she flew it was as if she might not come back; she looked as though she could stay up there with the birds and never return.
But Ivan had two sisters, sisters who’d been ripped away from his side and he longed to get back to, back in Russia. Though he hardly had any memory of them, he knew he had to find them, whatever it took.
As he couldn’t fly yet due to his young
PONPONPON English lyricsWhat if everyone aroundPONPONPON English lyrics4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Decided to go skipping all across the town?
And what if they collided in the city streets
And everyone held hands and looked up into the sky, now?
If everyone would look around from where they stand
And open up and learn to give and take a chance
Then that will be the hope to chase away my cries
So don't worry and move forward with your head held high, -igh -igh
PON PON let it out
C'mon, let the crazy show
Because if you don't
Life would be so dull, you know
Headphones on my ears
Rhythm's got me jammin' here
WAY WAY open road
Gotta make it on my own
PON PON can't you see
DON DON hear that beat?
Sounds like it's your heart to me
POI POI make a change
Throw bad history away
Slow and steadily
Ah-ah, you make me happy
Every day PON
Every time is PON
Jump on a carousel and don't let go
Every day PON
Every time is PON
We cannot stay like this, but even so
PON PON let it out
C'mon, let the crazy show
Because if you don't
Life would be so dull,
AC: Brotherhood OC TemplarAC: Brotherhood OC Templar4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Name: Saint Omicidio la Morte
Height: 6' 3"
Time period: Renaissance
Hair: (Colour and length) Shaved Head, no hair
Assassins, Templars or neutral?: Templar
Strengths: Brute Strength, Stamina, Heavily Armored
Weaknesses: Low Sight, due to mask, slower due to armour.
Clothing: Heavily plated body, helmet,
Physical Characteristics: (What so they look like?) Moderately Tall, muscular, vain
Weapon: (What do they fight with? A blade maybe or fists?) Broadsword, but advanced gear is Long Sword
Fighting Style: Engaged combat, by starting it first, not very effective in chases.
Profession: Overseeing other Templar agents for Cesare
Fears: (What are they afraid of?) Being alone, wide open spaces
Goals: Stop all assassin conduct in Italy
Habits: Prayer, Sacrificing Assassins to God
Personality: Very commanding but not to talkative.
Flaws: He has a soft spot for water (hydrophobia)
Peculiarities: (What makes them unique? Why are t
Latvia x Reader - How to Deal with RussiaP.S. You are the younger sister of Russia, Belarus and UkraineLatvia x Reader - How to Deal with Russia3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I'm back!" you called out, opening the front door of the house. You had just left a while ago to buy some food, so you left those on the counter before heading to the living room, where you had heard the sounds of knives.
Sure enough, when you looked in, there was Belarus polishing her knife collection.
"Hi Belarus-nee!" you said cheerfully. Belarus gave you a small nod to show her acknowledgement, and went back to her polishing.
"Hey Belarus-nee, do you know where Russia-nii and Latvia are?" you asked, looking around.
"In Big brother's office." she replied curtly.
Well that couldn't be good. Giving her a quick thanks, you rushed up the stairs and entered Russia's office, revealing Russia stretching Latvia again.
"Russia-nii! Stop it!" you cried, somehow managing to get Latvia out of Russia's grasp.
"Aw, but (Name)…we were just having