I Want to Kiss Her“I want to kiss her.I Want to Kiss Her1 year 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.”
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 "
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 RPG5 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
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
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 DeviantART1 year 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
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:
DEATH BATTLE Alex MercervsAlbert Wesker: The FightDEATH BATTLE Alex MercervsAlbert Wesker: The Fight1 month 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't umb
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 Honest6 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…
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
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...7 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
the flower clubdear preacher,the flower club7 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
The Barracks The wind whips across the barren planet's surface. Red tinted earth glows with the light of the neighboring sun. Several long-abandoned barracks bunched together, the same sun's glint soon overpowered by a brighter light.The Barracks2 years ago in Settings More Like This
All out of nowhere, a barrage of heavy blasts of supercharged plasma obliterate the ground around the structures. The serenity of the scene is turned straight to the horrors that the most war-hardened soldiers fear in their dreams.
A blast lands between several of the barracks, uprooting one of the entire buildings and sending it somersaulting through the air. The light from the sun and the explosions glint off of the twisted metal fragment of it's former self, small molten metal bits fly from it before it crashes to the earth.
The blasts draw to a close and the scene reduced to a hellish aftermath of smoke and smoldering wreckage. A desolate place so seemingly pointless for such a concentrated attack.
A good seven or so minutes pass before the sou
Sci-Fi storySci-Fi story3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I was sitting silently on the edge of my bed. I stood up and watched out of the window, the wind
and rain was just crazy. Wind bending the trees to their braking point and rain just pouring down. All
of a suddenly all of it went quiet. I could only hear clock ticking. Click-Clack. And then blinding bright
light flashed over the sky. I was blinded by it and i turned away. Trying to get some sight back. I
rubbed my eyes and as i turned my head back up. Wind had broken one of the trees and it was
falling right into my window. My pupils dilated and i turned away. It all seemed to happen in slow
motion. I took to steps and i jumped out of the way. Tree came with such a force that it shattered
the windows of the entire floor. There were screaming and moaning.
When i opened my eyes it was morning, i was covered in shrapnel of the house. Tree had
demolished half of the wall. I stood up and swept myself clean. I noticed that my clock had stopped
working. I just thought it was because of a tree.
Fur for All OccasionsFur for All OccasionsFur for All Occasions8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
If I were given the same choice that had changed my life for good... I'd have to turn it down. I've grown too used to my new life to consider taking it back. The people who once made my life hell have paid their price and the benefits of my new life outweigh my old life.
I can finally say that I am happy for the first time in my life. Not only that, but I am with people that actually understand me and don't mind talking about their past lives – as if it could ever harm them now.
I also don't mind sharing my story. It reeked of injustice and unfairness, but I'm not bothered by telling it anymore. I seem to get a warm and furry feeling whenever I think about that one day that everything turned upside down...
I absolutely hated going to school nowadays. I was a freshman in high school, and like most freshmen, I had to deal with the constant onslaught of bullies. I was teased whenever the opportunity presented itself to them, tattled on because they
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
For HerSkin so pale and so innocent; yet warm and soft.For Her2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Bright is her eyes, always lit by day or by night.
Her warm embrace; like a maiden of the heavens taking the late life of a man.
The way I feel with her, is a way I have so little felt;
Tis love! The bittersweet fruit that drives an able bodied person;
To the very end of their sanity or to their discovery of true happiness!
Oh god who art in heaven, why must I love!
For she the vile woman that fate has bestowed upon my desires;
Feels not the same as I.
Excerpt In the year 2094 ESY, mankind finally ascended to the stars. With the invention of the “Warp Drive”, a machine that creates wormholes through space, the vast unknown could be explored for the first time by human astronauts. But we soon learned that we weren’t the only sentient beings out there on exploratory missions. Many new worlds were discovered, along with many new races of alien creatures; from the lizard-like Kel’leech of Kel’le Prime, to the various sentient plant species of the Skigg of Skiggous, to the dog-like Caniins and cat-like Felii of Domesticus, are only some of the magnificent creatures that populate our galaxy. Yet all did not come in peace; many wars broke out with alien species that refused to welcome humanity, plus a few bloody wars between Earth and her colonies. In the year 2143 ESY, the United Alliance of Planets (UAP) was created. Peace was obtained through diplomatic means, creating the Council of Worlds, much like the UnitedExcerpt2 years ago in Settings More Like This
do you even hear yourself?he declares himself a feministdo you even hear yourself?7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
"in the purest sense of the word"
and expects every woman to prove that
(to him, specifically)
she is worthy of equal respect
100 Ways to Annoy Starscream100 Ways to Annoy Starscream:100 Ways to Annoy Starscream3 years ago in Humor More Like This
1) Inform him that Megatron will always be the better leader of the Decepticons. Always.
2) Take a video of Megatron beating up Screamer and post it on Youtube. Be sure every Decepticon and Autobot sees it so they can taunt him about being Megatron's bitch.
3) Ask Starscream where his 'Kiss the Cook' apron is. After all, he has pointed out in multiple universes that he is 'home Megatron' like the good little wife he is.
4) Tell G1 Screamer that in Prime he has 'obsolete' technology that he refuses to upgrade it. Oh yeah, and he no longer has his precious null-ray.
5) Tell Starscream that he is a lying, big-headed, bitchy suck-up of a whimp.
6) Ask Screamer what's up with the constant change in his chin size. Does he enjoy cosmetic surgery that much?
7) Ask Screamer also if that bad attitude has to do with the size of his... ahem... you know.
8) Related to number 7 if you're daring, add that "It's no wonder Megatron's the dominant one in the relation
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
How Not to Write Love InterestsUPDATE: READ THE NEW EXTENSION TO THIS POST. LINK IN DESCRIPTION!How Not to Write Love Interests9 months 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
The Storyteller.Words burst from my fingertips likeThe Storyteller.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Licks of fire, burning paper
Where they etch and score their
Meanings with absolute passion.
The faint, illusory scent of make-believe
Smoke surrounds me like a shroud:
An ensorcelled cloak, its hem stitched with a
Magical thread that imbues me with the
Power of words, its fabric dyed
Dark, shimmering with shades of ambition.
Creatures of all forms and ages begin to
Flit across my page with alarming clarity.
Voices - strident and shy, tenacious and meek -
All attempt to make their stories heard:
There are adventures to be spun in
Stimulating hues of royal blue and jade;
Romances to be told in the
Swelling notes of a sweet serenade;
Downfalls to be declared by the knell of
Death as he leads a doleful black parade.
Day after day, my Muse leads me from
Forest to meadow to coast to city, opening
Portals through which I can glimpse
Alternate realities and different lands altogether,
That I may understand the
Wonders of wor