I...I shiver, but I'm not coldI...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cry, but I don't feel
I look, but I can't see
I cut, but I don't bleed
I laugh, but no one hears
I hate, but it won't last
I seek, but do not find
I hold, but cannot keep .
I fail, but still I try
I hurt, but feel no pain
I wish, but don't receive
I pray, but there's no god
I fall, but I get up
I love, and she loves me
I stand, and I don't fall
I walk, and I don't trip
I look, and see there's light
I kiss, and feel right
I hug, and I belong
I smile, and its real
I speak, "and I love you "
I Want to Kiss Her“I want to kiss her.I Want to Kiss Her2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not because I want to feel the softness of her fair lips or the warmth of her breath as she exhales against me.
I want to kiss her because I can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that she is. I want her to know that I see her as perfect. That she is perfect.”
How NOT to do an RPGYou are a mighty warlock. Your parents were eaten when you were a child, by bears, with guns, from the ghetto. They were gangster bears and your parents owed them money, you poor thing...You then somehow discovered that you had a twin brother who became the demon lord of an evil empire--lucky bastard. The world is now on fire and it's the fault of your family. You feel, despite your many years of being a crotchety recluse, that it is up to you to save the world. You decide this one morning, after getting out of bed. What do you do now?How NOT to do an RPG9 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
> Five more minutes...
You sleep for five more minutes, but your pressing desire to save the world rouses you.
> No it does not.
Yes it does.
> Kill myself.
I recognize the fact that you've made a decision, given however that it is a 'stupid ass decision', I have elected to ignore it. What do you do?
> Wake up, grab a brush and put a little make-up. Hide the scars to fade away the shake-up!
You head into your bathr
romanticism is such bullshiti don't understand a bitromanticism is such bullshit2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
what's so romantic
about missing-you and distance,
love stressed and strained like string
across miles of roping rivers;
it's ugly and sad
and there is no cure
because i will not wait by the letterbox
praying daily on my knees to a god i know i believe in but i'm not sure you do
to hear word from you-
that you're well;
that you're happy;
that you're eating and sleeping and feeling alive;
that's what i want, you know-
i want your vitality to blaze like the great chicago fire,
i want to see your scrawl emboldened with each word
i want to see you concretely on your feet
and certain of where you are going
without a sergeant telling you how to walk.
i want you to walk across half of the states
and back into my arms.
i want you to look me in the eye
and i want to see no hesitation back
when you tell me you love me.
i never want to cry because you're leaving
because you will never leave again-
i want you to love me like flames love oxygen:
AatC: Hate You, Love YouShe was crying.AatC: Hate You, Love You5 years ago in General More Like This
Right in front of him.
"B-Brittany?" He managed, shifting from one foot to the other uncomfortably. The bossy chipette had a knack for taking him by surprise, but this....this was completely new to him.
"Brittany...." he tried again, when she refused to respond, "what's--"
"mind you own business, Alvin!" She suddenly shrieked, her petite hands curling into fists as she spun around, abruptly fleeing the situation and leaving him there alone to think.
Raising an arm, he pulled his hat from his head; using his free hand to mop his brow. He didn't understand. What....what on earth could make Brittany cry like that?
He turned his head, stray but apparent whispers catching his attention. "What?!" he snapped, scowling at a group of fellow students--the ones responsible for the noise. "You got something to say?"
The whispering ceased; the students shuffling away from him in embarrassm
Alex Mercer vs Albert Wesker: The FightAlex Mercer vs Albert Wesker: The Fight5 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
Berloom: Alright we’ve analyzed our combatants to the core and considered every angle and possibility.
Doom: Now entertain DOOM in a DEATH BATTLE!!
People were fleeing for their lives New York city was under siege from a horrible virus turning regular people into vicious monsters who wanted to kill and consume. Everyone was running away except for one man in a black trench coat and sunglasses he was walking towards where people were fleeing his name was Albert Wesker. Wesker had come as soon as he heard of the outbreak it was so similar to one of umbrellas current projects Wesker (not believing in coincidences) came here to see if this outbreak was caused by the same virus. Out of nowhere a infected tried to attack him Wesker effortlessly dodged and punched a hole in the beings chest Wesker looked down at the specimen and noticed that physically no it wasn'
A lymeric about DeviantART*Disclaimer: This is a pessimist's view of DeviantART who actually likes the site but has noticed a lot of crap about it.A lymeric about DeviantART2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There once was a site called DeviantART,
in wish the freaks of society could be set apart.
But the admins are stupid,
it smells oddly putrid,
it might be because of the farts.
Art is the central glue,
But the admins haven't much of a clue,
What qualifies as art
is widely spread apart,
which gives porn uploaders the cue.
The generic art varies in type,
like a telephone call on Skype.
You've got your casual sparkledogs,
Sonic the Hedgehogs,
and Anime art to gripe.
The site hasn't a filter,
which may or may not be a kilter.
There's underaged kids
screaming "FUCKING SQUIDS!"
and adding on a "lol" in the face of a quilter.
If you dare to have an opinion,
if it's different to theirs your an onion,
The kid's couple is the best,
if you don't regress,
they'll beat you until you're their minion.
If it's originality you're looking for,
you won't be able to score.
With more hec
If a Feminist Were HonestWhat if a feminist were forced to say what’s really on her mind, like Jim Carrey’s character in Liar Liar? This is how a poem by such a feminist might read.If a Feminist Were Honest10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I need feminism because…
Women need more,
Scholarships for college,
New business grants,
Even though they already outnumber men,
In college and entrepreneurship.
We need more female CEO’s and political leaders,
But not more women in…
Forestry, sewage, or mining,
Truck driving, or taxi driving,
Or garbage collection,
Or more men on magazine covers,
Or higher-paid male models,
Or fewer men dying on the job,
Or fewer men dying in wars,
Or fewer homeless men,
Or fewer male suicides,
Or fewer men in prison.
You see, men losing is sexual dimorphism,
While women losing is sexism.
Should be made EQUAL to
The most successful men
Whether they earn it or not.
That’s gender equality!
I need feminism because…
What If...Everyone wants to believe that they are special. Having magical powers, being long lost royalty, the Chosen Hero to save the day/world, being from another world, or being something more than human. There are endless possibilities if one has enough imagination. The truth of the matter is, everyone wants to believe that they have irreplaceable worth, and they do. It's just that they can't see it. See that whether they are just human or something completely Other, every person is different, and every one of them has worth.What If...2 months ago in Philosophical More Like This
This said, There are those of us who simply wish to be like everyone else. To be normal. To be human. To be accepted. Most people forget in their fantasies that being different can be scary. People might try to hurt them because they are afraid of anyone different from them. Of anyone or anything they don't understand. People can be cruel, and merciless. Death, torture, endless taunting, mocking, bullying, and being ostracized are just a few of the possible things that
the flower clubdear preacher,the flower club11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've got something to admit
i was in the field
i was watching the flowers get dressed
well they're just so pretty naked
petals tucked into their sides
and watching them unfold
i was watching them pull down the sunrise
and put it on themselves
so i'm a sinner for it
cause i watched them bathe, too
stand around together in the shower
a hundred ladies in their beautiful skins
pink small ones
big blue proud ones
letting the droplets collect and residue
on their finery and shamelessly bare leaves
well that's my confession preacher
i watch the flowers strip and tease
Ode to a DonutOh, sweet brethren of joyOde to a Donut3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh, that which suffice
Whose scent does tantalize
And whose flavor is nice
Your sweet innocent gaze
Your silken touch
Invoke passion and fire
The thought of you enraptures
And makes my heart sing
May the goddess of sweetness
Lift you on feathered wing
The gossamer feel
Of your soft, glazy skin
Even the dullest of kin
Your existence itself
Is beauty divine
I shall adore thy glamour
'Til the ends of time
Oh heavenly, golden, airy caress
You are the object of my obsessiveness
No substance volatile
No fires of hell
Could describe the passion
That in me wells
The dreamy fantasies
That your essence implores
Would slake any soul's thirst
But still I want more
The chalice of desire
Can never be filled
To hold you forever
Is my eternal will
May my stomach be your stronghold
As long as I'm living
My one true love you'll be
Finding HimselfHis feet dragged along the ground, barely lifting off at all. It would probably wear out his new sneakers, he knew, but somehow he didn't really care. With a hand occasionally brushing sweat from his forehead, he trudged down the sidewalk, making his slow way home from school. The afternoon sun was blazing overhead, but trees lining the path provided shelter from the heat. He knew the route home by heart. Left turn here, straight until the crossing, then right turn again. So on and so forth. The same route he took home every single day.Finding Himself5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He hated that route. Or, more precisely, what it represented to him.
Because he held, deep within his heart, a simmering resentment for the life he led. He resented it, hated it so much, that never-changing, mindless banality of the world. That was what the route home represented-a mind-blowing sameness, the unalterable mundanity of a world that pressured people from their earliest memories to do more, to work harder. Slowly but surely, all fun had been
Hiding In The Genetic Park - 3I know for certain I had a room facing east, that sun had the nerve to shine its light in my eyes, unbearable to wake me up. I couldn’t remember how I got into bed. Wait… oh now I remember. After I took a picture of myself for Ms. Jerkface, I sort of blacked out from mu drunken spurt. Yeah that sounds about right.Hiding In The Genetic Park - 33 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I groaned and creaked and yelped as I stretched. I snapped wide-awake when I felt my tail, then everything else. Waking up as a girl, if you never did, is never dull. You freak out. You wonder what happened. You start exploring until you hopefully change back. You do stupid stuff you regret.
I didn’t do any of that. I knew I was a girl, but I had to say, “Crap, it wasn’t a dream,” and shrugged it off.
At least the bed was firm.
I got up to look outside, but realized I had no shirt on. Wonder how that happened?
“Ugh… no more duck farts for me,”
To the person who holds my best friend's heart...I know that is is kind of weirdTo the person who holds my best friend's heart...11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I felt that I should write this down.
I need to tell you what I feel
And tell you what he means to me.
He's my best friend and he's a good man.
Please, give him the love and respect he deserves.
He may seem goofy but he's very sweet.
I know this because he was always there for me when I was sad.
Now, I know that you're not bad
Cause he would never choose someone who's mean.
But I still want to tell you just in case you forget in the future;
Please don't break his heart.
He's been through so much
And he doesn't deserve something like that.
He is the kind of person who smiles even when he's hurt by others
And would take any pain for the people he loves.
I know, I've witnessed it.
I know he may seem kind of childish sometimes
But don't let it get to you.
It's just his way of expressing himself.
He's very caring and I'm sure he'll do anything to make you happy.
He doesn't look like it but he's very kind and thoughtful.
He'll put your needs before h
Zack Foundreaile BioName: Zack FoundreaileZack Foundreaile Bio2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Race: "Were-Dragon" (Human/Dragon shifter)
-Human: Caucasian, of mixed French, Native American, and Polish descent. Pale from lack of sun, but not so pale as to be pure white. Prefers blue jeans with a printed black shirt, usually with a dragon or phoenix design on it somewhere. Permanently has a dragon shaped lodestone pendant around his neck as it's his "catalyst." Is primarily Left-handed. Has a Wrist PC of his own design on his right wrist.
-Dragon: Click here for ref image
-Note: Blood is silver.
-Human: Scar on right hand thumb (two parallel lines at the outside base)
-Dragon: Numerous scars from when he broke his wings the first time he flew. Practically invisible due to the years passed.
History: Bounced from family member to family member from a young age to about 12, He moved back in with his parents and finished school in one district for once. During this time h
Progenitus: Soul of AlaraProgenitus: Soul of Alara6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Soul of the World, The Five Cataclysms, The Hydra-God
Supposed creator and aspiring destroyer of Alara
Male, assumed originally, but presently none.
Centuries, possibly even a millennia, old.
This appearance is unknown, though it may be safe to say that he was previously an elf with five heads, since it was stated that he had five heads before Cylia silenced him.
This is Progenitus' present form. When he was forcibly reverted back to his hydra state, Progenitus experienced the Sundering of Alara firsthand, falling into a deep slumber due to the lack of blue or black mana.
God, Elven Protector (for the moment)
Unknown. He is shown to be taller than even the tallest trees in Naya, so he may be roughly 600' tall.
None, due to godhood.
Constructive Criticism"Tell me what you think."Constructive Criticism2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Of the poem?"
"No, of my face. Yes, the poem."
"I was going to say, because your face is just stupid."
"Very funny. Read."
"What did you think?"
"Why did you write this?"
"I wrote it for you."
"You make me self conscious when you say things like that."
"I'm not worth this you know."
"What does that mean?"
"I am half a girl, and I deserve half a poem."
"That is not true, and you still haven't told me what you really thought about it."
"It's as broken and complex and half hearted as a sad song about the way you feel ink trail between your fingers like it's blood. There is no reason for it, it's the kind of beautiful that is there just for being there. It happened, it's a moment in time forever frozen and to be remembered in a way that candles that burn in holy places should be. It's a forever, all by itself- Why are you looking at me like that?"
"Because you believe you deserve half a poem."
"I do. I am too damaged and broken an
How Not to Write Love InterestsUPDATE: READ THE NEW EXTENSION TO THIS POST. LINK IN DESCRIPTION!How Not to Write Love Interests1 year ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Despite the few who haven't caught on yet and still believe that "kids hate reading," we all know that these days, reading is popular.
"I'm just like Belle from Beauty in the Beast, because I love books," teenage girls are saying, while teens of both genders are sitting down to enjoy things like Percy Jackson, Harry Potter, Hunger Games, Eragon, Lord of the Rings and other more obscure titles.
This is just what we've been hoping for, isn't it? Kids and teens finally taking an interest in literature. It has finally become cool. They're thinking of themselves as rebels or nerds or hipsters, all of which are just new versions of the word cool.
Ah, finally people are spending their time having actual constructive hobbies.
...Or are they?
Here I am going to explore just how this isn't necessarily true; how sometimes your time can be better spent playing a good, mind-building video game or watching a wholesome, creative
You Wouldn't Download a ZombieYou Wouldn't Download a Zombie2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Elementary particles (and all 'matter') are artifacts of the staticness of the observing framework.
- Dreamer's Handbook
Rob eyed the big red button, resisting the temptation to push it. "Hey Pete, look what I found!"
The salvage operation was one of the most promising their crew has been on; the demons slaughtered everyone in the underground facility and retreated without taking any of the spoils. They did leave, however, corpses in blue and white labcoats with blood smeared all over.
"What!" Came the muffled reply from the far side of the corridor.
Many of the reinforced doors were already bashed in or broken in half. Naturally, the crew raided the blood depository first - no self-respecting vampires would let all that tasty blood get ruined. It's good we arrived in time, while there's still electricity. Not even the clan leaders knew why only facilities such as these had electricity and working technology - or if they did, they surely did not bother telling Rob.
The Problems With Stories Written by TeenagersDon't be offended at the title. "Teenagers" is just my way of saying "people who write unprofessional/shallow stories." Not all teenagers write shallow stories, it just sounds catchier.... Anyway.The Problems With Stories Written by Teenagers2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The first thing I want to make clear is: I'm not talking about anything mechanical in this deviation. Grammar/spelling is important (obviously), but that point has been beaten to death by people on the internet already. My purpose, as always, is to talk about the stories themselves, regardless of the way they are communicated. Whether it be through written word or on-the-spot narration, I believe there are certain tricks to telling good stories. Not rules, mind you. Tricks.
I don't believe that telling good stories is about what you "should" do, rather than what you shouldn't. Example: people generally hate Mary Sues, right? Well, sometimes I notice things that are "like" Mary Sues, in the sense that they're equally as shallow/unprofessional ways of telling stories. The purpose of this deviat
I Will ReturnI will return one dayI Will Return2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
But when I do, don't expect it to be perfectly planned,
Every moment timed, every line rehearsed,
Like all those sappy romance movies that don't understand what love is.
When I return, there won't be a script of nice things to say.
There won't be line after line of peachy dialogue that creeps up your stomach
And makes your insides tingle and your heart flutter.
There won't be compliments and longings and secrets that we wish to tell,
There won't be lovesongs belted out from rooftops.
But there will be words in the silence of our hearts
And that will be enough.
When I return, there will be no reunion scene of running across beaches
Or unnatural smiles and laughs plastered on and forced for the camera
Or even a relapse into the way things were before.
We can't go back.
But mark my words, when I return, when I see you standing there,
I will run
Muscles propelling me forward into your arms.
I will lift you up to show the heavens how beautif
TimeSeconds turn to minutes,Time5 years ago in Open More Like This
which turn to hours.
So measured, so precise.
It crawls when I need it to fly,
and flies when I want it to stop.
There is nothing about it
that a mere mortal can control.
Though so many of us wish to.
All those moments,
gone in an instant,
saved only by memory,
or a video, or a photo,
if we're lucky...
Oh to turn back
those unforgiving hands,
to reclaim our youth,
yet keep our wisdom.
To know now what
we should have known then,
is a bittersweet agony.
For to change the past
is to change everything.
And still we wish to rise up
and throw off the merciless hands
Alien Race Template-General-Alien Race Template4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Biology - Female:
Biology - Male:
Biology - Other:
Basic Social Structure:
Family Life/Gender Related Social Norms (If Applicable):
Homeworld Basic Info:
Layers In Atmosphere:
Layers Of Planet: