Leaving HeavenLeaving Heaven2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm not fit for the title of saint
For...I thrive with guilt and shame
I feel related to the fallen
I'd...be better off forgotten
Because it's growing on me
This...abomination of self-centered pity
I beg for the removal of my existence
Father...I don't wish to be a disappointment
I can't stand my broken flaws
I'm unlike any other angel of god
A soldier, a warrior- is what I am not
So allow me to let go of my cross
Even though it's all I've really got
But I realize that I will always be a lost cause
Emptiness fills every single thought / Hopelessness is what I have wrought
A clouded path I now walk / Reassurance can not be sought
Sorrow enveloped me
The pain inside just got too heavy
And grief overpowered me completely
I've been feeling so disconnected lately
Haunted by my memories
If only you could see
These wings were too much to carry
Maybe...it was meant to be
I did everything I could have
With...the little courage I had
But I am one who really d
Jingle Bells Batman SmellsJingle Bells Batman SmellsJingle Bells Batman Smells4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Dashing through the streets
In search of rubber-duck
All the stores sold out
And Flash is out of luck
The last one in the world
Gets mangled in a fight
Crashed into tiny pieces
By the Ultra-Humanite.
Jingle bells, Wally fails
Ducky goes bye bye
Big bad monkey kills the Ducky
And makes the orphans cry
Jingle bells, back to jail
No more breaking toys
Guess they'd settle for Nutcracker
Instead of poopy noise.
Christmas with the Kents
In their lovely Smallville farm
Super-mom and dad
Await with open arms
The boy scout's full of cheer
But J'onn's all doom and gloom
They hole him up in Kara's happy
Pukey girly room.
Jingle bells, Jingle bells
What a tragic day
Oh how wonderful is sulking
And scaring cats away (yay)
Jingle bells, Martian wails
Presents wrapped in lead
Next year J'onn would rather run off
And kill himself instead.
Crashing through the walls
In a dodgy alien bar
Hawkgirl's choice of fun
Disturbing and bizarre
Shayera's on the loose
Her eyes are
A Robins Christmas Carol"Come on, Damian, it will be fun!" said Sam Kane. He was dressed in Victorian costume as a boy of the lower middle class, his blond hair covered with a cap, a mock crutch twirling in his hand (a trick he learned from Dick Grayson, aka Nightwing), and his blue eyes sparkled with Christmas spirit. He and Damian were looking out the window of Wayne Manor's living room at the snow. The room, and the entire mansion, had been decked out for Christmas.A Robins Christmas Carol2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Damian Wayne's blue eyes were as cold as ice. "So? I'm not going to help the poor! It's their fault they are poor!"
"No it's not! You refuse to look at the...."
"Sam, stop trying to quote your brother. And take that costume off! Who are you supposed to be, Tiny Tim?"
"Actually yes; it's my role for the Wayne Foundation Charity Christmas Faire! And I earned it the hard way; auditioning for your dad and Lucius Fox."
From Flatmate to FianceOh my God, I’m his wife.From Flatmate to Fiance3 years ago in Romance More Like This
John lay dumbfounded, trapped under the weight of Sherlock’s limp limbs, staring at Sherlock’s face still smooshed into the pillow next to him after having poked him several times to remind him the alarm had gone off and they wouldn’t have time for breakfast. The morning light was glowing on his white skin making this mad-devil look positively angelic in his peaceful slumber.
It had happened so gradually John hadn’t even realized. It began, really, that first night when he’d saved Sherlock’s life. At least that should have been a good foreshadowing of the eventual inevitable. But aside from that, it had been a million simple little things that just happen as you get used to living with someone. The times he’d grabbed Sherlock’s scarf by mistake. The times when one or the other of them had accidentally drank from each other’s
Arkham visit 2 free stepsArkham visit 2 free steps3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Joker- dangerous criminal free again!
City of panic! Joker escaped from Arkham!
First bank robbed! Two guards killed! Who is going to die next?
- Dad, have you seen this? In all of the newspapers they are writing about some Joker. Do you know who he is?
- No idea, no.
- He escaped from Arkham. I were there about a month ago. I thought, there is no way to escape from there. He must be a genius.
- A madman, honey.
- S-H-I-T-T-I-N-G daddy, shit-ting.
- Hey, watch your mouth, princess.
And they started laughing and tickling each other.
Every morning was very pleasant at V`s house. No stress, no rush. Also car travel and lessons were very calm and cheerful. She played poker with boys or chatted about future with girls and teachers. All marks were good. Some of them were super hyper good but even if her life was so easy she missed her Arkham visit. That place had got a charm which her life hasn`t got. She wanted to spend there some more time. Or maybe just have a short but me
Birds of Prey - LyricsBirds of Prey - Lyrics4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
"Birds of Prey - Lyrics"
Good evening all you gentlemen, mobsters, creeps and crooks
Men in tights come after you, and still you're off the hook
For those who scare and terrorize, it's the dawn of a brand new day
[Catwoman, Huntress, & Black Canary]
You scum can simply call us, the one and only Birds of Prey
Green Lantern has his special ring
[Huntress & Black Canary]
Pretty strong that little thing
Blue Beetle's deeds are really swell
[Catwoman & Huntress]
But who will bring him out of his shell
Flash's foes, they finish last
Too bad sometimes he's just too fast
[Catwoman, Huntress, & Black Canary]
While all the boys can always save the day, no one does it better than the Birds of Prey (The one and only Birds of Prey)
While all the boys can always save the day, no one does it better, no one does it better than the Birds of Prey
Green Arrow has heroic traits, that is when you shoot him strai
Top 50 Batman Quotes50.I believe in Jim Gordon. I believe in Harvey Dent. I believe in Gotham City.Top 50 Batman Quotes5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
49.I made a promise on the grave of my parents that I would rid this city of the evil that took their lives. By day, I am Bruce Wayne, billionaire philanthropist. At night, criminals, a cowardly and superstitious lot, call me... Batman.
48.You and I... with what we do... what's at stake... we can't fail. Others don't understand, but even if it's... impossible, we still have to succeed.
47.Your life could end here, now, and nobody would ever know. Would anyone even miss you? Tell me, what's your life worth, punk... ?
46.I've known Commissioner Jim Gordon for more years than I'd care to admit. During that time a friendship has grown that I thought was as solid as a rock. I would have trusted my life to the man.
45.You can never escape me. Bullets don't harm me. Nothing harms me. But I know pain. I know pain. Sometimes I share it. With someone like you
44.My life has been a crusade to save this city. But as Ba
BulliedBullied2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Life is unfair
I can't even bare
People had judged me on what I wear
They even pull my hair
They watched as my emerald colored eyes were filled with tears
that's when I saw these words smeared on the wall
They were Hold on.
An Unlikely Encounter ch.18CHAPTER 18An Unlikely Encounter ch.184 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Before my hand could reach the handle, a large, hairy tanned arm halted me.
"You are not allowed in right now." The burly man to the right of me said.
"I'm one of the artists who's artwork is supposed to be in the gallery," I informed them calmly, highly aware of my lack of time.
The other burly man scoffed and nudged the other guard. "Yeah right. Rob, tell her how many times we've heard that today."
"Thirteen times," The man corrected, gesturing to me.
"No. You don't understand. I'm really one of the artists! Jeffrey wanted my work in the gallery I swear! He gave me the assignment three weeks ago! Let me inside and I'll prove it to you, I don't have much time!" I looked around, hoping to find a clock that would tell me how much time I (don't) have to make this Art show.
Sure enough, I spotted a clock inside the gallery, and it read 7:54 P.M.
I blanched, I only had six minutes to get inside, unpack my art, and place it on the wall before people came in and th
Naked in the Cafeteria1Naked in the Cafeteria2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
in a coffee shop
with my test kit,
too anxious to wait
I pierce a fingertip–-
the bright bead
tossing a used syringe,
follow the dots
on the stomach
from my novice tremors
still new at it, yet
I don't bother with
while seeking a new site
for my insulin fix
I poke myself so often
being naked in a
No one would suspectThat behind the mask I'm cryingNo one would suspect3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But on the outside I'm trying
To pretend that I'm alright
As I'm battling this fight
I dress in long sleeves and jeans
I hide my scars so they can't be seen
No one would suspect
That inside I'm so wrecked
That I feel so empty
'Cause no one's by my side
'Cause I've been a jerk and lied
Just trying to protect myself and hide
So many nights I've cried myself to sleep
Hurting myself wishing the cuts were more deep
How I'm aching inside and out
That I'm filled with so much doubt
That I've hated myself for all these years
That behind the smile I hold back the tears
That in the end I know I've become so weak
That if I told you the truth, you'd think I'm a freak
That I feel like everything's all my fault
That I wish my heart would come to a halt
That I was dead a long time ago
That I'm ready to be sent down below
An Unlikely Encounter ch.13CHAPTER 13An Unlikely Encounter ch.134 years ago in Profiles More Like This
The next day, the Joker announced to the goons and I, that he had a managed to arrange a date for the "Big Blowout Party", BBP for short.
He wouldn't tell me where the BBP was to transpire though. He shooed me out of the room to plot or scheme or converse (or whatever the hell he was doing with them), and left me to my rather rambunctious thoughts.
I wasn't aware of how long exactly the Joker planned on keeping me alive with him, helping him with his diabolical schemes and murderous intentions and whatnot, but I was beginning to get homesick.
I hadn't seen Roxanne in over two weeks! And that's the longest we've been separated since we first became best friends back in the ninth grade!
I sighed deeply. For a few days now, there's been a little feeling nibbling at the back of my brain telling me that I'm forgetting something. Something vital. But for the life of me, I'm completely clueless as to what exactly I'd left behind.
Walking down the dark hallway and to the Joker's roo
TattooTattoo4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you carved your name into
nothing was able
to pull us apart
we live through sickness
i lived through sickness
but to you
i wasnt the same
you tattooed your name
to my heart
it couldnt be removed
but the way you left me
that i was nothing but a fool
a fool of love
you were my fallen angel
you stapled the forbbiden love note
to my heart
i tried to pry it away
but it held so firm
it raged me
when you burned it with a last kiss
i tattooed myself to your heart
you erased it
It's called a good taste in music.I will quote the words of my literature teacher: “You can think of a poem as a song. You don’t really think of a song’s meaning as you listen to it. What you really like is its beat, and tone, and the vocalist’s voice. A poem’s the same way. When you first read it, you don’t really try to find its meaning. You like its tone, its beat, and the feelings you get from it."It's called a good taste in music.2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
This essay is not about poetry. It’s about story writing. But if poetry is like music, then any type of story or essay writing is like music, too. Writing has a tone; it has a beat; and it has a voice.
When I finished the first book of the Divergent trilogy (always have to bring up that book, don’t I?), I explored around Veronica Roth’s site. And she mentioned in one of her posts that the album “Memento Mori” by Flyleaf had inspired the tone and voice of Divergent. I may not be a big Flyleaf fan, but after listening to “Memento Mori” and realiz
An Unlikely Encounter Ch. 14CHAPTER 14An Unlikely Encounter Ch. 144 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Strangely enough, I wasn't required to be unconscious for this trip to Gotham. But as soon as I got outside, I realized why.
Not only, was the hideout located in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by empty fields and decaying farmland, but we were living in a camouflaged warehouse, that completely blended in perfectly with the trees and plains behind us. But sitting there before me was a long limousine wit incredibly dark tinted windows, and a sleek black exterior.
The window were so tinted in fact, that I doubted its ability to allow any light to pass through it. But I wasn't focusing on the limousine so much as admiring the paint job on the warehouse I currently resided in.
I can't imagine how much money it must've taken to pay an artist talented enough to camouflage a warehouse big enough to house the Joker and his army of goons. I envied the skill of the artist with the patience to disguise an ENTIRE building with these monotonous shades of yellow, orange and brown until
An Unlikely Encounter Ch.15CHAPTER 15An Unlikely Encounter Ch.154 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"I must be losing my mind," I thought sadly.
The thought of others dying at the hand of the Joker didn't repulse me like it should. I wasn't a total freak though. It's not like I was expecting or anticipating any punishment the shop owners'll presumably endure, I just felt this overwhelming curiosity.
Almost as if I was preparing myself to have questions that have confounded others answered first hand. Like, I would finally know who the Joker is, what his motives are, and how he goes about doing things.
I remembered some days while cooped up in his room back at the warehouse; I could hear this fait screaming. But the yells weren't of fear, but agony. Pure, unadulterated, raw, agony. What bothered me most about this though, was the fact that I couldn't imagine the Joker's reasoning towards torturing and murdering and terrorizing innocentor perhaps not so innocentpeople that way.
The feeling I held was foreign. I could not, for the life of me, come up with a good n
Pills1 pillPills1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
198 pills more
Scattered in packets on my bedroom floor
The sick realisation
In my head I'm screaming "do it"
I stand up
Pack the pills up and say no
I'm not giving in
I'm not loosing this fight
I'm going to fight
Until its all gone
Until the feelings inside
Dissapear out of sight
RematchRematch2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Shades of Green: One Month
The Training Room
The sound of metal being crushed, torn to shreds by an angry emerald-skinned giant, who decided to vent his rage, echoes throughout the entire room. A thunderous roar soon follows as the Green Goliath lashes out against the remaining obstacles that dared to assault him. In a matter of minutes everything is destroyed, leaving nothing but carnage and destruction in his wake.
JARVIS' announcement goes seemingly unnoticed by the Hulk, blocked out by his breathing and the savage rage that threatened to consume his mind. He stands motionless, unmoving from the very spot where he terminated the remaining obstacles. Then he heard the sound of hands clapping together, which immediately causes him to turn in the direction that the sound originated f
An Unlikely Encounter ch.19CHAPTER 19An Unlikely Encounter ch.194 years ago in Profiles More Like This
I sat crossed legged with my head resting on my hands on top of Joker's bed a few days after the whole "Art Show Fiasco". I was currently daydreaming about that wild man whose warehouse I just happen to inhabit in.
He just looked so amazing when he was my escort. It's not like I never see him as attractive, but when he goes into Joker mode, with his green vest and purple suit, his white face and smeared on lipstick, and dark, captivating eyes, emphasized by the dark make-up, he looks powerful, imperious, edgy, and insane.
But . . . this time, he just looked like a man. In every sense of the word he looked like a man. He looked strong, he was charming, he stood tall and proud, and he was almost heartbreakingly handsome.
I chuckled lightly to myself. Roxanne would be laughing her ass off if she could hear my thoughts right now.
I frowned slightly as I realized that I hadn't seen or spoken to my dearest friend in over three weeks. I tired not to think of how worried she must be
Hungry?Hungry?Hungry?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, thanks. I would rather eat up a good book!
And drink its illustrations
and chomp on its paragraphs.
Let's all get fat on great literature
cultcountless fingernails embedded in thecult4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
shower stalls that rain down acid
of every nightmare, projected like
the heavily spliced silent newsreels of
bi-plane skylines and Purple Gang massacres
in the bubbled cracklings of deteriorating
nitrate, leaving the blackened outline
of a holocaust victim; the lidless glare
of a strobe filtered through the spider-veined
parchment of its skin, lurching off the
chattering sprockets of vertebrae, and
throwing chaos into a clockwork sluice
that sets in motion the next death star cult