Rebirth -Ch 3-Rebirth -Ch 3-4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
When the trio finally arrived in Hawaii, it was nighttime. The beach that Russel had brought them to was, fortunately, empty. Noodle and 2D gathered their things and climbed onto Russel's hand, which he lowered to the soft beach sand. Then Russel dragged himself onto the sand for the first time since jumping off that dock to find Noodle.
Noodle hypothesized that Russel would shrink back down to his normal size if he stayed out of the water and stopped eating the questionable sea life within it. She sent 2D to one of the nearby beachside hotels to get a room for himself and order as much food as he could from the room service there. He had access to one of Murdoc's rum-buying bank accounts and 2D was more than happy to spend the old codger's money while he wasn't around. Russel would have plenty of food, and hopefully his exponential growth would be reversed.
Noodle planned to stay with Russel on the beach all night, but he would not let her.
"Babygirl, I'll be fine out here on my own.
To Be StrongI am not a fool.To Be Strong2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know what it means for me
To be strong.
It means the sure smile,
Head held high, back straight
With certain steps as my booted feet
Carry me hither and yon.
I am the one who listens and guides,
The one who shields and creates.
Words pour from my fingers,
Building worlds, fantasies, hopes and dreams.
Those words continue,
Pulling magick with them.
Magick I can use without hesitation,
Without much effort.
Magick that shifts the world.
I carry men in the palm of my hand
And they do as I say with nothing more
Than the smile, the caress, the ear to listen.
Their worlds bend to my will.
The people who come to me
They don’t see.
They don’t know the price of the strength.
They don’t understand
What it’s like.
I cannot be weak.
If I am weak, their worlds tumble,
Collapsing in on themselves
As my fingers stop pouring magick into the world.
When I am weak,
People are lost, dazed, confused.
Things do not happen.
There must be that fire to my e
NiesmiertelnaJak powiesz nocy, żeNiesmiertelna9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
mrugała miliardem oczu,
zawstydzona, że nas widzi?
Że Droga Mleczna to ślepy zaułek
Że nasze ciała nie są niebieskie....
Czemu rzucasz w kąt wspomnienia
Czyhają tam na mnie
Mam w piersi zegar
Już pora mu zawrócić
Niech stanie, na wysokości zadania
Śmiertelnych ran, przecież, nie leczy
To im się wytłumacz
Moje serce nie pojmie,
że miłość umiera
We Were SoldiersYou'll never hear me say that there's glory in war.We Were Soldiers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It is ugly, it is painful, it is frightening...
But I know, in my heart;
Deep within this soul born of freedom.
That what I do, at times, is a necessity.
It is nerve-wracking, most days,
Knowing that when you wake up you may not make it home.
But still I am proud,
Because of what I have managed to achieve.
And tonight; I hope that you're proud of me,
Because I'm sending a hundred of my boys home.
I just wish that I was joining them this time...
Friday InterventionYou caught me by the hipFriday Intervention2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And the pulchritude of that moment
Is splayed across my cartilage,
Held together at the nape of my neck
By tremulous lips
And the arabesque of intimacy
ripples across the webbing
of blue divots
parading as bruises
with their nagging expostulations.
press your thumb against them again
and elicit yet another poem
in the shape of my mouth
capacious and unrehearsed
before you leave
before you leave...
"You wear those emotions like a cheap, suede coat," the Toilet Bowl
Please hate me.I am black paint on white canvas,Please hate me.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a hasty smear that ruins the otherwise perfect picture,
the hole in the tapestry in the womans smile,
the lighting struck tree, burnt out for millenia.
I am the rain on your window, clouding the sky,
turning your sunlight grey and your mood dark,
the childhood diary filled with tear stains,
the broken lock, useless and rusty.
I am the crooked smile on your friends face,
a niggling feel that not everythings quite as it should be,
the drifting sadness of a forgotten dream,
the envelope containing the suicide note.
I am the darkness in the corner of your room,
mouldering and distorted as I curl up tighter,
the night time enveloping the beautiful sunset,
the knife that draws the blood from your wrists.
I am everything you hate, your every fear,
your broken heart and shattered dreams,
I am the broken toys that you shoved under your bed,
and the love letter left under a pile of books.
I am inescapable, unrelenting, as dangerous and unpredictable
as a tsunami
25.2.13 - fragments18.104.22.168 - fragments3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are hypnosis,
i am your side effect
you, the ash
i, the flame
you are the storm,
and i am
i am everything
you have made me
i can count the kisses
planted on collarbones
and hip bones between
on two hands
the poems written
for other boys
on one -
but i will always find myself
looking for you in their eyes
because i don't know
how to love
when i'm not loving you
sometimes i close my eyes,
go back to that night -
washed in blue, i watched you
held your shaking hand to my chest
as you unfurled, a flower with broken petals
under moonlight, drunk
dizzy and in love
teaching each other what we were
between bitten lips and shy smiles
but i realise you probably don't remember
the world mimics us
in this blur
that we have become
holds onto my hand
when you cannot
drowned in the apathy
of a ruined peak
will live for a while
in the flash of a camera
that stained your eyes red -
i don't know what i'll do with that photo
prostor izmedju svegaprostor izmedju svega4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
ponekad mogu uci duboko
u prostor između svega
i tamo vas sve osjecam
i nevjerojatnu kolicinu ljubavi
za koju ni neznate da nosite u sebi
i cini mi se da ce na kraju sve biti dobro
sometimes I can get inside
deep into space between everything
I can feel you all there
and amount of love beyond any words
that you don't even know you have
and it seems to me that all will be well
Your Little DollControl my every moveYour Little Doll3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
my rise and my fall
everything at your command
like I was your little doll.
I have no choice
what else was I to do?
you say that you love me
so I'll believe that it's true.
Who knows what real love is?
maybe this is wrong
can't even control my own breath anymore
can only sing your song.
You tell me I must follow
what would happen if I don't?
"that's not an option" you say
with your hand around my throat.
I must get out of this god forsaken place
how did this go so far?
we were in love, we had it all
now there's shackles around my heart.
I'll run as fast as I can
finally out of your arms
bruised mind, scarred heart
but away from further harm.
Use to control my every move
my rise and my fall
no longer at your command
never again your little doll..
I'm sorryI'm sorry for hurtingI'm sorry3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sorry for crying
I'm sorry my life was a mistake
deep down i wish it were to end
I'm sorry the memories come back
I'm sorry for everything I done wrong
I wish my life was normal
than maybe i won't feel any regret
I'm sorry that I'm different
I'm sorry for my mood problems
I wish that I was different
than maybe I won't feel any sadness
I'm sorry my life was a nightmare
I'm sorry for all the things done wrong
I wish I was never born
than everything would be alright
I'm sorry for all the faults I done
I'm sorry for crying non stop
I wish this pain would go away
and for once I can feel somewhat happy
I'm sorry the memories won't fade
I'm sorry that my life was a mistake
I wish it would just go away
than maybe one day my life will be better
tiredim just so tiredtired2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
tired of being laughed at
tired of being bitched at behind my back
tired of being beaten
tired of feeling this pain
tired of feeling sad
tired of feeling hated
tired of feeling im never good enough
tired of living a lie
tired of living in general
im just so tired....
Chubby!AshXReader- It'll be okAsh was yet again eating his feelings out. He could never win; at least not fairly. He hated that he was a failure. He tried to beat the elite four, and only ended up killing his favorite Pokemon; Pikachu.Chubby!AshXReader- It'll be ok2 years ago in Romance More Like This
He felt guilty and stupid. The only thing that calmed these feelings were food. Today, he was stuffing his face with a mountain of cheesy bacon fries. He had gained 30 pounds since this event happened. His best friend (name) was really concerned as she saw her friend eating his heart out.
"Ash, are you okay?" She asked softly. She already knew his answer, but getting him to acknowledge them is a good start on the road to recovery.
"Yeah....just hungry..." He said, taking the last bite, then going to the freezer and pulling out a tub of Ice cream.
She stopped him from retrieving the frozen treat. (Name) was tired of him doing this to himself. She would to rather have him eat out of enjoyment than sorrow.
"Ash, why do you keep doing this to yourself?" She asked him, holding his hand.
SirAh, the wistful echoes of your transient wordsSir3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I want to drown them in the clatter
Of a shutting window and a noisy train
And the sound of drumming rain
When I was sitting amongst the flowers
Singing an old, Chinese folk song
I thought my melody would vanish in the squalor
Yet I did not know you would come to me
Until I looked, your calm eyes turned away
Sometimes since, I’d find you alone
Throwing pieces of bread at the pigeons
I’d take you to the flower patch
And together we would talk
Of the things that pleased us
Things that annoyed, things of ourselves
Sharing humorous laughter in foolish moments
And tears for each other’s petty worries
One day, you let slip to me
That you were here to escape a wretched past
I fingered your large hand on the soil and said
“Don’t worry, I’ll always be by your side.”
We interlock our fingers while amongst the flowers
But I didn’t notice the rustle of crinkled leaves
Nor your forlorn expression as we he
The Red String of Fate"The gods tie an invisible red string around the ankles of those that are destined to meet each other... the two people connected by the red thread are destined lovers, regardless of time, place, or circumstances... this magical cord may stretch or tangle, but never break"The Red String of Fate3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Athena had once read about it somewhere, she was sure, but she hadn't believed it at the time.
It sounded ridiculous, almost, but now quite, improbable. Nothing more than a myth, surely. A Chinese Legend.
But by the time one of her daughters, Annabeth, had turned twelve, Athena had began to notice some feeble, wispy tendrils of weak, red mist around one of her ankles. Athena had discarded it off as a trick of the light: maybe Helios or Apollo were messing with her again.
It was not until a few weeks later when that son of Poseidon arrived at Camp that she had seen a much similar thing on the boy's right ankle.
As the years passed, Athena had watched them with curiosity. The red thing was not m
Lonely GirlThat lonely girl over there is a misfit.Lonely Girl4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She cannot do anything without
Making a mistake.
Everyone thinks she's trash
To be thrown away and
Be forgotten like trash.
Always lonely, always lonely.
Why doesn't anyone help her
from her darkness?
"I'm fine," a lie through
No one asks her how
She feels at all.
Just alone, just alone.
There's nowhere she can
Go at all to be safe.
There's nothing she can
Do to be praised for at all.
Why can't she be saved at all?
Forever alone, forever alone.
"Can I please speak no--?"
Shut up stupid girl,
Shut up stupid girl.
You're not even worth listening to!
"Why are you living?"
"Is your life worth it?"
There's nothing I can do
Without a cruel remark of my life.
Forever alone, the misfit girl is.
There's nothing she can be seen
In a good light.
Why does everyone ignore and
Continue to hurt her?
"I'm just fine," is a
Lie through clenched teeth.
Nobody praises her for anything.
Why doesn't anyone help her
To stop her crying?
Will someone ple
BrokenGo ahead and drive the blade into my heart,Broken3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
go ahead and twist,
past the chipped paint,
past the dents and battle scars,
is my beating heart,
drive the blade in,
watch me fall,
better to be dead then to be broken,
am i just a toy to you too,
am i just a puppet to your strings,
when will i ever mean something,
when will i ever be good enough,
after all no one wants a broken toy
RemembranceI remember very wellRemembrance2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The look on your face when you get excited while i was telling you stories.
Your expression when you are mad.
Your laugh with friends.
Your voice over the phone.
How you called me different from the others.
Your fave songs.
How you wanted to learn French.
How you overturned my feeling.
How i underwent those years.
Your white dress with your matching shoes.
How we rode together for the first time.
The last time we talked, me weeping told you about my dead friend, but don’t you know that half of those tears actually was meant for you cos i was too afraid of losing you. It was the last time yet not the first time.
How far away you were even when you were close to me.
I used to say that you’re smart, but sometimes you could be so stupid.
The fixation was sallow and blown away with the breeze.
look straight into the voidlook straightlook straight into the void3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
into the void
do not think
about not looking
do not think
as white noise
fades to silence
TemponautSundays: no one's butterflies areTemponaut3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
going to affect the wavelength
of the sun magnifying ants
(nothing will happen anyway).
Rewind, the air wrinkles into
sundays: no one's butterflies are
stuck on weeping quicklime (not yet)
that doesn't hesitate; floor it.
High-pitched tires are slashed by the
hissing water, parked sometime on
sundays: no one's butterflies are
run over by broken sunshine.
One last time to make this right, keep
blinking back - stop flapping its wings
'fore they reek like pelting rain from
sundays: no one's butterflies are...
Let you go...I've never seen youLet you go...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
nor talked to you
but you captured my heart
and not this hurts
I tried to leave
but you always
pull me back
but I try again
this time I left
and made my choice
I didn't belong there
there was only one choice
and even though my heart breaks
and I feel sadness take me in
I knew it was the only way
to join the real world again
I've given up my dreams
and just accepted life
maybe one day i'll meet you
or maybe i'll just live a lie
I will never love someone
as much as I love you
and at the end of the day
I will still be without you
My Little Pony: La esencia del honor. MC 2 Segundo Material ComplementarioMy Little Pony: La esencia del honor. MC 23 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
La guerra de los corazones y mentes, La guardia negra
La guerra no solo un asunto de acero chocando y grandes batallas. Es una situación de compromiso a cada miembro del ejército para obtener la victoria, siempre valoramos a los soldados y generales, pero nunca a los médicos que salvan vidas y a los cocineros. Un ejército es capaz de marchar lo que le permita su estomago y, es por eso, que las líneas de suministro son importantes; para un bando u otro. La moral es relativa a esto también, y una baja moral causaría una desbandada total. Ningún método es malo, siempre y cuando el resultado sea la victoria.
Reino de Equestria
• Minutepony: ponys que no están oficialmente en el ejército de Equestria,
Possible to Regret?Is it possiblePossible to Regret?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to fully regret someone?
Cause if it is,
I think I'd regret you.
I'd regret letting you fool me,
like a jester would a king.
I'd loathe allowing myself to believe
that what you were offering was love.
I'd regret thinking your flowers
would never wilt.
I'd regret you to the edge of hate,
to the very tip of scorn.
You crept beneath my skin
touched me in most sacred ways.
Then threw me howling with laughter.
I may as well have been bloody with shame.
Do not talk to me about regret or hate.
For I know more about it than you ever will.