...I Write to a Dead General...I Write to a Dead General7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I write to a dead general
To ease surviving pain,
A tear falls on the page -
A drop of desert rain
Like balm into the waters
Of lifes too bitter cup,
Tipping the scales of history -
To raise you slowly up.
Above your long-gone victors
Above the scorn of time
Above blind crowds and mockery,
With my ill-written rhyme.
I dont know if youll hear,
But Im doing what I can
To get this through to you
Past time and wind and sand
May the gods watch you in battle
My dear and long-dead friend
May the desert nights be warmer
And steady be your hands
Meanwhile Ill watch the picture
Of a kind-eyed weary man
And rue the sorry fact that I
Already know your end.
Serment d'HypocritesElle rêvait du firmamentSerment d'Hypocrites2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Les années la firent maman
Jadis svelte et lascive slave
Elle s'essaie, en triste esclave
Aux crèmes de la firme qui ment
Elle l'affirme calmement
Sur sa peau de rhinocéros
L'appeal fané d'un vieux carrosse
Pleure en implorant sa potion
« Bouton de rosse profanée,
N'aie crainte, dit la Dérision,
Le prophète sur moto cross
Féroce, viendra te sauver.
Même ici, sang sue, Ali tait
En dépit de laïcité
Et si tu déroges à sa loi
Te reste la liposuccion
Botox de rose parfumé !
Panacées de mauvais aloi !
Que de plaisir à vous humer
Pour nos pâles chairs enrhumées !
Le thon mord bien, en haute mer
De loin, on l'entend palabrer :
"Toi ! Par l'éthique esthétique
Sculpte-moi un corps calibré !"
Et stricto sexu alité
A faire dans la pompe à fric
On suce la causalité. »
La perspective ne l'extasia
Mais lors, la nuit, on désespère
Dans la promiscuité, on ploie
On supplie : un mode d'emploi
Un plan, ma mère ! implants mammaires
La mode a un bon goût amer
Commission - Those Eyes of HersCommission - Those Eyes of Hers3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Name: Leonie Johanna von Faust
Job: none (she lives with wealthy family)
Hair color: Brown
Eye color: Gold with cat slits for pupils
Personality: She's very polite and quiet, but often gets frustrated easily.
Likes: Chess, cats, antique colored roses, jewelry, tea
Dislikes: Filth, sweets, wine
Crush: Prince Soma Asman Kadar
It was a beautiful day in London! The birds were chirping and the butterflies flapped their rainbow colored wings. The sun was in the center of the sky and the clouds were like a cape wrapping themselves around it. Everything was peaceful until
"I'M BACK CIEL!!!!" Prince Soma yelled barging into the Phantomhive manor hoping there was a party for his return but to his dismay, no one came to greet him.
"Hello?" Prince Soma said, hearing the loud echo of his voice jump off the walls. It was definitely too quiet here.
The Four Horsemen of WormwoodThe Four Horsemen of WormwoodThe Four Horsemen of Wormwood6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The familiar smell of autumn hung in the air, very much like the dying leaves adorning the trees, holding on with a loosening grip before slipping from the branches. Outside of Wormwood High School, while a menagerie of amazing and unbelievable students walked, loitered, and generally did what students do, a tall, skinny teenager stood alone and apart; the white skull emblazoned across the back of a dark gray shirt seemed to shine like a beacon as a warning to keep away, as he stood by his lonesome, staring out into the blue with eyes darker than an abyss and a lit cigarette hanging precariously from his lips.
You shouldnt be smoking on school property, Dando Grimm. A teacher had approached him from behind, but kept a good distance still and called out a warning, his arms crossed and foot tapping. While the teacher may have believed he was intimidating and in control, he looked quite ridiculous at least, he did to the student.
Razor's edge (Erwin x reader)Razor's edge (Erwin x reader)1 year ago in Romance More Like This
You gripped the razor's handle and took the steel to his neck.
His chin is tilted upwards, submissively exposing the fine muscle connecting his collarbone and jaw, the skin beneath the blade undefended and yielding. You cleaned a stripe of shaving froth off his throat, took the razor back down again and skimmed another stripe beside it. The emerging skin is glistening with aromatic soap, smooth and beckoning, but you don’t falter, continuing your work with utmost concentration.
Your right hand rinsed the razor in a washbowl in your other hand and went back to his face, uncovering his high chiseled cheeks beneath white layer of froth. You took your time, sliding the unbending steel across his soft, exposed flesh, threatening to nick its perfection with the cold sharpness, removing all excessive layers of soap, hair, sweat, dirt… slicing away everything but the mask he showed to the world. The candlelight is dim but you don’t rely on your eyes to gui
chivalry lives, after allyou told mechivalry lives, after all6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that i was the perfect combination
of beautiful and witty
of intelligent and down-to-earth
of mysterious and captivating:
a princess in every respect but title.
i told you
that you had me on a pedestal
-- no, a tall tower poised to topple --
and little boys hate it
when they find out that their goddesses
are mortals in disguise.
you told me
that if and when i fell from grace
you would be there to catch me
and tell me i was perfectly imperfect
and carry me home.
i told you
i believed you.
(yet i didn't understand why.)
but you never told me
that you were not the prince you convinced both of us you were
that you were never waiting at the bottom of my tower,
arms outspread, strong and faithful.
you had been holding me in your arms all along,
a mortal man trading heartbeats with a mortal woman.
and love, to me,
is no longer defined in terms of games
we've both already won all there is to be won.
because the earthquakes and nooses and fiery pits
AC-DC TributeIf Dirty DeedsAC-DC Tribute5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
get Done Dirt Cheap,
I pray the Lord,
Bon's soul to keep.
He made a Jailbreak
and Let there be Sound
but he ended up tumblin' & a-rockin' down.
"You Shook Me All Night Long"
said the Fly on the Wall
after Big Jack met Rosie
in the ol' Big & Tall.
Have a Drink on Me,
best damn woman I've seen.
Let's Get it Up
for the War Machine.
I had some T.N.T.
and some dyna-mite.
Flicked on High Voltage,
& out went my lights.
Slidin' on the Black Ice
made those Wheels in my head tire
while a million Heatseekers
lit the Skies on Fire.
But my Rock 'n' Roll Train
on the Highway to Hell
got Thunderstruck by them big Bells.
So I'm Back in Black,
still a Ballbreaker too.
So For Those About to Rock,
I Salute You!
Burning Out, and Falling FastYou're sitting in your parents' old corvette (if you had bothered to check, you'd know it was older than you), flicking your eyes between a lighter in one hand, and a box of matches in the other. You forget when fire became such a need, a distraction.Burning Out, and Falling Fast3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Spencer is right beside you in the car, his fingers stroking idly at your forearm, watching you with hooded green eyes.
"If you want to die," he says, "then just kill yourself, but do it with style."
You met The Boy Under the Sycamore Tree when you were four. Your mom encouraged you to go see the lonely boy, and when you first went over to him, he ignored you. The Boy Under the Tree, that's what you called him for the first day you knew him, was a little older than you with dark hair and smoky green eyes.
With encouraging looks from your folks, you walked right next to him and sat down, pressing your back against the tree's rough trunk.
I Missed You (Tokyo Ghoul) Kaneki x ReaderI Missed You (Tokyo Ghoul) Kaneki x Reader6 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
The ~Before I begin, let me make myself clear. I watched the anime and read some of the manga. Don't judge!
P.S I don't own the any of the photos used. All credit goes to original creators.
P.P.S. Reader~Chan has some separation issues
"Excuse me! Have you-"
"Sir, have you seen this guy?!"
"Erm, ma'm have you by chance seen this guy?"
"Oh, sorry, no"
No...No...No. That word rang in you head multiple times. Every one you asked were either to mean or just to bitchy to even think about if they saw him or not. "Where are you Kaneki?!", you thought, tears forming as you walked faster, deeper into the crowds of people.
You looked day and night for your boyfriend Kaneki. You barely slept a wink searching for him. "Kaneki", you thought, letting a tear roll down your cheek.
:Risky Game: Kaname x Reader:Risky Game: Kaname x Reader2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You sat under the tree near campus. Your eyes were closed as you leaned your head on the tree bark. You sighed. Finally...Class was over for the day. You decided to spend your time sitting under a tree listening to the birds sing. It was the only thing that could relieve your mind of stress.
You opened your eyes. Looking up at the sky to see the sun was close to setting in a few hours or so. It's orange and blue hues painted the sky. You took in the sight. Mentally smiling for you were too tired to move the muscles on your face.
You then heard the grass crunch and shift a bit. Someone was coming here.
"(Name)!" A female voice called out.
You turned your head to your left to see your friend Riki running towards you. She sprinted as fast as she could, her Auburn hair tossed into a tight pony tail and Her eyes were light with excitement.
She stopped right in front of you. Leaning down to catch her breath. "What is it?" You asked.
Dystopia Only 23 years from Then, and life is completely different. Today, human characteristics are highly sought, collected and sold like antiques at an auction. The number of Wildstock- those of us unlucky enough not to be genetically engineered- is dwindling. With the onset of cloning and affordable genetic engineering, few people see a benefit in natural selection. Unfortunately, due to the inherent risks of genetic homogeny, Wildstock have become an invaluable resource in the Empire. We are sought out and captured by bounty hunters, ripped from all we have ever known, and taken to the infamous Empire Markets. The lucky ones among us are sold to collectors, who value our raw emotions and unique genetics. The less fortunate are sold to medical facilities, used for the repair of aging Seamless.Dystopia5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I was captured a little over a week ago by the best Hunter in the Empire. Since then, I have been resigned to pouting behind the stall of Ba
SoxMa Of Music and Meister Ch2SoxMa Of Music and Meister Ch24 years ago in Romance More Like This
A Year! An entire year of collecting souls wasted! All that work for nothing because of a damn CAT. So much work, so many fights, all in vain! Could this get any less cool?
Soul drove is motorcycle recklessly through the lamp-lit city, taking out his frustration on the cobble-stone streets. Maka held on tight behind him. Although she was silent he could feel the rage pulsing through her body and head that were buried determinedly in his back.
They had been throwing themselves hard into their work over the last few months, going on a mission almost every day over their summer. Soul was exhausted but he understood why Maka was so driven. Her parents had been fighting for months and a few weeks ago Maka's mother had finally gotten fed up and demanded a divorce. Maka said she was glad that her mother was finally taking steps for her own happiness. She once told Soul she thought that maybe it was because she was living with him now that Kami didn't feel as much like she had to keep the
All The Avatars From Nubia To KorraHere is a list of all the Avatars from Nubia to Korra.All The Avatars From Nubia To Korra3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
1 Male Airbender: Nubia
2 Female Waterbender: Shiya
3 Male Earthbender: Del
4 Female Firebender: Yuriko
5 Male Airbender: Koz
6 Female Waterbender: Mahina
7 Male Earthbender: Hiresh
8 Female Firebender: Umakumuko
9 Female Airbender: Lio
10 Male Waterbender: Kuai
11 Female Earthbender: Aaliyah
12 Male Firebender: Oshiro
13 Female Airbender: Sengemo
14 Male Waterbender: Kami
15 Female Earthbender: Aria
16 Male Firebender: Zaru
17 Male Airbender: Jiao Jie
18 Female Waterbender: Siara
19 Male Earthbender: Jinhai
20 Female Firebender: Atiya
21 Male Airbender: Dhruv
22 Female Waterbender: Lana
23 Male Earthbender: Chaman
24 Female Firebender: Tesni
25 Female Airbender: Hariti
26 Male Waterbender: Tentai
27 Female Earthbender: Toph
28 Male Firebender: Xiang
29 Female Airbender: Mi
30 Male Waterbender: Hala
31 Female Earthbender: Jiao Je
32 Male Firebender: Lee
33 Male Airbender: Tornar
Blank Character Sheet (Moving to TheChugsBoson!)Blank Character Sheet (Moving to TheChugsBoson!)3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Confession I: VehnasConfession I: Vehnas3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
So you want to know why do I hesitate in taking something I seem to crave so much.
The question is: what makes you think you know what it is that I crave? Because really, I can't figure out how you're supposed to have even the faintest idea.
Do you really think that my biggest, unfulfilled desire is to take her virtue? Do I look so shallow and trivial to you?
If I really wanted to violate her, I could have done it so many time since I first had the chance to lay my hands on her...
But again, why should I brutally take something that already belongs to me? Why should I deliberately spoil my own possession?
Let me clarify this, once for all:
She is mine.
Her beauty is mine.
Every breath she takes is mine.
Her pride and her contempt are mine.
Everything that belongs to her is mine.
All she cares about is mine.
And so is her virtue.
I don't need to rip it off to prove that I own her, and I'm not going to take her against her will just because I can.
She cherishes her chastity, and so do I.
Haters are Gonna HateHaters are Gonna Hate2 years ago in Letters More Like This
Haters are gonna hate
Some people in their lives will have haters stalk them ,send them hate mail,
make their friends stab them in their backs, and make others hate them with their lies, pretty much try to hurt them in any possible way that they can...
If this sounds like you, well then listen up your not alone,
around the world there are people like us that seem to get hate all the time and
enemies,,, , why do you get them and what can you do?
Well first of all we get haters for these reasons
1) We have a talent
2) you're a people person
3) others like you
4) Your life is successful
5) you feel good about yourself
And last but not least
6) You have something they want
That is pretty much the summary of why we get haters….
Most of the time, it is best to ignore, after all there will always be people who will envy you.
Unfortunately, when you get a pro hater, in other words a hater that really hates your guts and has the evil skills of making you miserable, that
Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)Big-Ass Character Sheet (Updating)5 years ago in Profiles More Like This
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Autumn AutopsyAs lovers,Autumn Autopsy3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we were reckless;
in a field of mines.
We traded kisses
and carefree caresses
and blackened skin.
at the cost
of darker afternoons,
of the dying season;
We didn't ask,
we never questioned
of our expenditures.
I shed my skin
in the Autumn of youth,
the viscera and
bared the bone --
a scarecrow of worms
and raw meat,
amongst the stalks
of reddened corn.
to dusty artifacts,
laden with memories
of decaying potency;
rising from the cooling wick
will never be
as sweet as
when the flame
I Comfort MyselfWith a warm drink, whispering secrets to my own reflection.I Comfort Myself3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The struggles that plague me, though none may know,
Are only for the ears of my quiet mirror, who smiles
Softly, warmly and with care. He tells me, I'm fine
I've done well for now and soon I may finally rest.
Though the silence continues to press upon me,
Weighing upon my soul like an iron crate.
Still I find comfort in whispering secrets,
If only to my own reflection - holding a warm drink...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th October 2012
Traffic Signalsthe sirens had become a nighttime lullabyTraffic Signals3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the streetlights had become a part of the darkness
my sheets are full of post-it notes that stick to my skin in the morning
some days i'll wake up and realize i have his third new phone number stuck to my forehead
like i was thinking about him all night
pondering his sheets which used to be filled with cheerio crumbs and empty pop cans
when i was younger i used to listen to the cars drive by under my window
dream up stories of where they were going late at night
and follow their taillights until they drove around the corner
now everything is a blur and the only light i see is the blinking traffic light
stop-go-slow down girl
a prophetess of constant wisdom like my mother
saying don't listen to those neon-lit-tattoo-parlor kids who slide down the street a bit too smoothly and don't bother following traffic signals
even if he says he loves you it doesn't stop him from slipping out of your post-it note sheets in the early fingers of morning, g