Lily LilyLily9 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was on one long February day, when the wind howled blustery and cold through the Whomping Willow to the lake beyond, that Professor Sprout was approached with a most peculiar request. Classes had finished for the day, allowing her some much-needed time to deal with a particularly troublesome weed that was threatening to take over Greenhouse Three. The plant, a variation of clover that had apparently bred with a variation of Devils Snare, curled up and around the greenhouse, strangling other plants, and managing to crack a piece of glass. The breeze from the lake whistled in through the hole like a dying cat; already, several mandrakes had shrivelled up in their pots, exhausted from the unnaturally cold temperature that was threatening their home.
Off, Sprout said hotly, her chubby cheeks going red as she gave a hard tug at one of the vines. The plant fought, then yielded with a snap; more glass shattered, and the Herbology professor tumbled backwards.
Under a Witches SkyAnd lo there he said: "I am darkness rising"Under a Witches Sky2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
— ‘an apparition bleeding into a dreaming sky
Distilled in the timbre of windswept voices,
black feathers enchant earth in fevered-song
Magick ebbs & shimmers thru earthen veins,
seething like a migration of hungry wolves
Silvery eyes peer, drinking the ether of souls;
watching the spirit world fold into the mists
And where Shadows and Witches conjure,
— myriad talons beshrew Winter’s prayer
For eons I hath wandered in forgotten lore
— a sleep walker thru ash & fire, hunting ..
Beneath Moon solemn and drifting,
I covet thy ghostly figure velvet, undressing
Pools of amaranthine spill from mine eyes
Her ebon hair dripping in the evening tide
I rest my lips upon visage of thy fabled kiss
Thou art my darkest Witch — the wilderness
of a thousand spectre’s lusting ...
And unto this primeval calling, we shall seed
Poised in hallowed nightscapes caressing,
I brood and ponder ....
Depression,what is depression?Depression,what is depression?4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Depression,what is depression?Its a ball in chain on your neck and throat as you walk-talk-breath and wake,that moves with you like the shadow that you see and feel,like the sounds you hear,day and night,from dusk till dawn.Depression,what is depression?Its a constant state of truth and dare,of wanting more but getting less,its the cloud filled with the sorrow of childrens tears,shattering souls thats made of steel.Depression,what is depression?Its the end of dreams and the start of none,the dark void inside thats never filled,its the soul that never found oneself.Depression,what is depression?
DepressionDepression is your sadness from within,Depression4 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Always wondering how long it has been,
From the time you were happy inside,
Until the time you wanted to run and hide,
Some days are filled with violence,
You want to cut yourself and scream in silence,
The days come when pills don't help the pain,
You wished sometimes you would die in vain,
The darkness consumes your corrupted heart,
You think downing a bottle of pills might be smart,
Grabbing at your core is the weakness that feeds,
To take your life and fulfill your needs,
But when you think it is all just fine,
You awake from the nightmare on a steady decline,
You spiral downward from side to side,
You have lost yourself and even your pride,
Then there you are again, entangled in twine,
Lost in the darkness, alone in time.
Tugger's plan to get MistoTugger just couldn't understand it. He was the Main Coon of the tribe, loved by all, had his own fan club consisting of Queens and Toms. He was the leaders son and the tribe protectors brother so he was well known. But one cat evaded his flirts and that would be Mr. Mistoffelees. Tugger frowned at what Misto had said during the Jellicle Ball when they got back Old Dueteronomy.Tugger's plan to get Misto5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"The Rum Tum Tugger is a terrible bore." A BORE!? Yeah right. He would prove Misto wrong! And he knew just how to do it!
Day 1: Flirt
Tugger walked into the Jellicle Junkyard and he saw Misto practicing his dance. He grinned and walked over to him.
"Hello Misto ." he purred. Misto looked up at him from his bend and did another turn.
"Hello Tugger. If you don't mind I'm practicing." he said in a bored tone. Tugger shooed away the comment.
"How bout you and me head to my den and I can give you some private lessons. Maybe even a private dance?" He suggested flirtatiously.
"No thanks." His jaw dropped as Misto w
depressiondepression sits on the bench alone, staring off into the rain. she wears her worn blue jeans and sweat shirt- not caring about what anyone thinks. she'll listen to her iPod on full volume to drown out the guilt inside. depression is the one you see at lunch; laughing too hard, smiling too much, and eating too little- it's all a show. she hides beneath her mask and hopes no one will see what she truly is. depression says, "no, there's nothing wrong- i'm fine," when she's dying inside. she'll do whatever it takes to keep you from knowing the truth, even though she's hurting. depression finds no reason to live; and she thinks her world is coming to an end. you'd never think that depression feels this way within, she covers it up too well. she's the one who cries herself to sleep every night, wishing for tomorrow to be yesterday. if you took a look into her eyes, you'd see an ocean of pain. the hurt in her heart is enough for two, but she doesn't share it. she endures it. depression is indepression5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Star-writHear me read it!Star-writ2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is nebulonic fate that we should dance
together in this burning bald ballroom
as the flames lick up the sepiatic walls
and drip curled paper down upon us.
It is our right to spin each other here
in the torrentous reign of flames and ash
as the chandelier, already hanging,
spits and sparks at us, trying to take us too;
and as everything we ever loved or cherished
in porcelain veneer or hand-crafted sycamore
crumbles to a close, still the thought remains-
that it is our star-writ fate to dance on.
Depression is not a cool fadDo you think depression is cool? You want to be on medication, you want to see a therapist? Do you know what depression is really like?Depression is not a cool fad4 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Do you enjoy school, do you get good grades? Well now you don't. Concentrating will be difficult, too many thoughts will be whirling through your head for you to keep your mind on the subject. The people in your class are okay, right? You get on with them, you sometimes have a laugh. Not any more you don't - they're talking about you, you're sure of it. They must hate you because they don't sit with you any more. It's hard to talk to people, and also hard to be alone.
What about hobbies? You like drawing, huh? You just can't concentrate hard enough any more, you get upset if it doesn't end up exactly how you want it; you're rubbish, a failure, you will never get anywhere. Conversely, maybe you'll draw more, but the subject matter won't be the same. You might draw things that make people worry for you, or make people talk.
Okay, maybe you don't like dra
Panic AttacksFor the first second-Panic Attacks6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your heart stops,
your eyes won't blink,
and your mind freezes.
Then ... terror.
Your eyes won't open
and everything that scares or worries you fills your mind.
You're crying and you don't know why.
You can't catch your breath.
Your lungs won't let you breathe.
You fell worried, anxious, scared, sad, and alone...
all at once.
You don't know what to do.
But then you calm down.
You shake and shiver.
And you clutch at your neck, forgetting how to breathe.
And for a moment,
all you can think of is the fact,
that it will always happen again.
Then you move on.
Until the next one.
It's never any better,
but never really worse.
And you're always alone.
When your panic attacks...
How to Be a Likeable Male Character1. Treat women as equals, not as inferiors.How to Be a Likeable Male Character3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
2. Know how to smile and laugh.
3. Do not be ashamed to cry.
4. When you have a woman, treat her as a person, not as a piece of property.
5. Be tender.
6. Be forgiving.
7. Make the most of what you have.
8. Take as much thought for others as you would for yourself, if not more.
9. Do what you personally feel is right, in spite of other people's objections or downright mockery.
10. Do not be ashamed to admit fear, but do not let your fear stop you from acting.