End RemembranceEnd Remembrance2 years ago in Historical More Like This
Remembrance Day originates at the end of World War I. The idea is to honor those who died in the line of duty, defending their country from enemies. For all its pompous words and fancy granite memorials littered with colorful flower bouquets, Remembrance Day and others like it have failed miserably in achieving this goal.
I've often been criticized as having no respect, and that can be an impediment when discussing certain topics. However, I am often in luck – hypocrisy deserves no respect. What changed as a result of the enormous sacrifice of those who died in WW1? As the first bombs of WW2 fell just two decades later, millions once again obediently lined up under various pieces of colored cloths to slaughter and be slaughtered. It became obvious that absolutely nothing had changed, and that the millions of WW1 had died in vain.
Most would agree that all that lip service paid to the sacrifice between the two world wars wasn't good enough. To truly honor their sacrifice would be
The SpringThe Spring2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The winds of Spring blow
The leaves of Autumn vanish
The Cherry blossoms
Shattered: Part III (KakaSaku)Shattered: Part III (KakaSaku)2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I, Lady Sassy Sas, do hereby disclaim all rights to the wonderful world that is Naruto.
Step, block, under, elbow, up and pivot, open-fisted punch to side, swivel, open-fisted punch to other side, two back-flips, crouch and throw.
"You're amazing, Hatake-san!" a member of the group shouted.
He got this kind of reaction all the time and quite frankly? He was sick of it. Couldn't they just keep their fan worship to themselves? Of course not. They were girls and they did what girls did best; irritating the hell out of the male race by fangirling. He shook his head in irritation and despair. Apparently they would stop...but his father had never mentioned when and if he hadn't been around other women other than Aunt Ino he wouldn't have believed it to be true. She still seemed to obsess over that Uchiha Sasuke guy...and Genma...and countless others but he had long ago learned to ignore that.
Shikashi stuck out his hand for the other boy he had been spar
FangirlY’know, you really bring out the worst in me.Fangirl1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I like to think I’m a fairly sensible person; sometimes beyond my age, sometimes a little bit below –I admit it-. There’s not much about myself I take pride in, but my mind… my mind has always been one. It’s been the one constant in my life that kept me from absolutely hating myself.
I was the one pushing gender boundaries at that epic, tender, oh so important age of 5, hanging out with the boys because of course they didn’t have cooties, don’t be stupid.
I was the one the teacher chose to help her with the other classmates. Well, with their schoolwork anyway. I wasn’t the best role model otherwise.
I was an honor student, wisdom beyond my years. And if later in life my academic achievements weren’t so great, well of course that was because I was bored of it and couldn’t be bothered to keep it up. I was always smart.
I failed to understand the attraction to the heartthrobs
fragments.You tell me that hearts don't work, that the sounds they make are just ghosts passing through. That bodies are pieces of everything everyone's lost slowly coming apart. Burning down childhood homes is a hobby of yours, and it's your plan to die that way, dancing with the flames. But oh, warrior of summers spent kissing too many girls with sharp teeth, put your lighter down. The night is a snow globe, and we are two figurines posed together as stars swirl around us. You can always burn yourself tomorrow. Be with me tonight, instead. Let the broken parts of me fit into the broken parts of you; I could be the piece you need to get your chest to start.fragments.2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
What's Right.There once was a boy,What's Right.1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
there once was a girl.
He loved the girl dearly,
and the boy was her world.
The boy was kind,
and would be there to stay,
but the girl was broken.
She yearned to fly away.
The boy wouldn't let go,
he was determined to fix her,
but there was no secret,
no miracle cure.
She simply had to go,
set herself free.
This was the answer,
the only true key.
He wouldn't give up,
so she had to shove.
It was all in good interest,
all because of love.
But the boy was so patient,
so determined and kind,
he wouldn't give up.
She made up her mind.
There would be one last push,
one last try
before she had to give up,
let herself die.
The boy won't like it.
He'll try to fight.
It will hurt the girl greatly,
but she has to do what's right.
So I'm sorry, so sorry,
for what I have to do,
but please, please remember,
I truly, really love you.
MemoryWe sit down beneathMemory1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
our favorite tree
who only shares its shade
with you and me.
Crack open that picnic
basket, let's start to eat,
enjoying it with
critters at our feet.
Do you remember how
you and I
fell for each other? Oh, how
our love reaches the sky.
Your smile simply melts
all of my worries away.
Don't you see how our love
continues to grow each day...?
"Who are you?"
My sunshineMy sunshine3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
Bleach OC - Tenshi MinaminoBleach OC - Tenshi Minamino3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Tenshi Minamino
Age: Appears 16
Weight: 110 lbs
Skin Tone: VERY fair
Eye color: Dark Red
Hair: Silver, shoulder length, choppy, layered
Uniform: Basic shinigami uniform
Accessory: Black ribbon on the right side of her head tied just above her ear
Affiliation: Soul Reapers
Friends: Hanataro, Momo, Ichigo, Rukia
Crush: Hanataro Yamada
Enemies: Aizen, hollows, the Espada
Meaning: Sleeping Priestess
Appearance: A black ferret with silver eyes and a crescent-like mark on it's forehead
Human Form: Unknown (Will be updated later)
Personality: Strict, organized, calm, cold at times but can be kind when needed
The jigsaw boyThe girl sits on the dusty floor,The jigsaw boy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Surrounded by odds and ends.
Holding the jigsaw boy, trying to put him together again.
He fell from a very great height,
She sobs for him every night.
None of the pieces fit.
He looks up at her with empty eyes,
The colour of faded blue skies.
His skin is covered in scars and cracks,
Maps that lead her to nowhere
Round and round in circles, like a merry go round.
His soul is scattered around her like glass,
She cuts herself trying to pick the pieces up.
She tries to be distant, she tries to be kind
But in her heart she knows she broke this boy
That lies in pieces at her feet.
She crushed his heart in the palm of her hand
And now she doesn’t know what to do.
She knows that she doesn’t have much time,
Before he falls over this ledge.
He builds these walls between them,
That she will have to climb.
Life has lost its colour and time has lost its grace.
Where his heart was is now an empty space,
Pain consumes his soul.
Individuality.Individuality.Individuality.1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
These days most people are other people.
Only a few templates are distributed amongst the billions.
Maybe it’s because they see themselves as less than equals.
So they base and paste their thoughts from someone else’s opinions.
Their unfulfilled lives a mimicry.
Obtaining incompatible abilities.
Altering their figures physically.
Their passions are quotations.
Their theories are past equations.
They become victims of affiliations.
Remoulding their models into the shape of their role models.
Worshipping the words of Drake, Einstein, Rhianna and Aristotle.
Pursuing the idolised physique of a manufactured Coca Cola bottle.
They squeeze themselves into already overcrowded groups.
But you can only have so many cards in one particular suit.
To every leader there will always be surplus of recruits.
This process progresses day by day.
To the point where he and she have become they
“Mummy, when I grow up I want to be just like them”
Is what they all will s
A Million StoriesI could tell youA Million Stories3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A million different stories
About broken hearts
And broken dreams
Or about loss
And about how they save lives
About the magic of friendship
About the forgotten heroes
Heroes the world will never know
About fighting for what you love
Or I could tell you one
Just one sad story
Our love is a songI've tried my hardest to write you a songOur love is a song2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
but there's so many lyrics that its too long
So I'll write a compilation of music instead
and make sure to say all thats been in my head
Track one will be how we came to be
At first so wild, young, and free
track two will be to romance you
with just enough rhythym to dance to.
Track three will be as sensual as a lustful night
But still like a love ballad done just right
Track four, a melody for lovers who follow their heart
and will try to stay strong even while they're apart
for now track five will remain unwritten
but one things for sure is that I'm smitten
Even if the rest of the lyrics become sad
I'll still remember the songs we had
The harmony we have i could never regret
and the sexy tango we dance to i could never forget
So i'll continue singing you every note in my soul
with the hopes you'll keep making my songs whole
for your heart is the beat i need to hear
and your love is the melody that i hold dear.
DadDad3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your laugh was contagious.
Your smile made me feel so warm,
Your hug made all my problems simply go away,
Your advice still helps me to this day.
Now that you are gone,
What should I do?
I really need your words.
I really need your warmth.
You left so suddenly.
The flashing lights around your body.
The tears streaming down my face,
as I saw your lifeless body taken away.
Life has been so different without you.
I miss hearing your laugh.
I miss your kindness.
I miss you.
I will always treasure the memories I had with you.
Even if it was cut so short.
Thank you for always being there.
I love you dearly Dad.
Faery SunsetFaery Sunset3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The circle sets itself below
Our vision as it leaves
But lets behind it faery spirits
Livening the trees
But are they visible to you?
Do they make a sound?
But of course, you see and hear them
Dancing, whisp'ring all around
Shot.There is a hole inShot.1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
My now sunken, aching chest
For reasons unknown
heartbeats like thunder.If you understand lonelinessheartbeats like thunder.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you remember the night you could have crawled
into his chest, made a bed for yourself like an animal
beside his heart. You remember the heat of the word inside,
and the sudden unfairness that he could be inside of you
when you were the one who needed to be that close,
when you were the one who needed that relief.
If you understand hunger
you remember the way you touched his body carefully, this home
you built for yourself with unsteady hands, counted
the spaces between his ribs, pressed your cheek
against them, listened for his breathing like a storm
outside your window. You remember the fierce violence
of your want, the impossibility.
If you understand need
you remember the night you thought you'd die
Ethics and IchiRukiOnline arguments can be nasty, nasty things. By their very nature, they involve a clash between two (or more) groups of people who all hold very strong opinions concerning something which, oftentimes, cannot be concretely proven. This is intensified by the near-anonymous nature of the Internet itself; here, hidden behind pixels and text, a person can say, do, and be anything and anyone they want, with relatively little fear of repercussion; it's impossible to reach through a computer screen to sock someone in the face, for instance.Ethics and IchiRuki3 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Sometimes, it seems that for every individual capable of outlining his thoughts on a touchy matter in a clear, polite manner, a hundred Neanderthals whose vocabulary is made up of badly-spelled swearwords and insults follow, all throwing digital rocks at each other and screeching abuse under the influence of Caps Lock. Each and every one of them will firmly believe in the right to speak freely and express one's opinion as long as that opi
14: Durias and JulieWhat have I done?14: Durias and Julie10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Durias stood frozen in the dimly lit dining hall, the little brunette bundled in his arms.
The portal in the stone wall behind him fizzled and popped as it slid closed, the dark alleyway beyond the opening shimmering like the surface of a lake before fading back into the wall.
His heart hammered in his chest as the reality of what he had done sank in.
He had made a terrible, colossal, god-awful mistake.
I should not have taken her.
He had acted on impulse, throwing caution to the wind--something he had never done in his thirty-one years. In battle, such brash action would surely have gotten he and his men killed, and he couldn’t understand how he could so easily go against his principles now.
I had to possess her…I do not understand it…
Durias had been so taken with Julie--so curious as to why she had stirred such longing within him so quickly, so completely--that he hadn’t even considered the danger he would put her i
Our Love.I never knew life could be so perfect,Our Love.5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You love me and you swear you always will,
Youre by my side nearly all day long,
Its amazing you love me still.
I love the way you hold me,
To see you smile really makes my day,
You whisper the most beautiful things,
I never knew life could be this way.
We show each other every day,
How very much we care,
We are so special to each other,
Our love truly is beyond compare.
I will always be there for you,
Just as you will for me,
After everything, youve pulled me through,
Shown how wonderful life can be!
You are mine and you are happy,
You are my dream come true,
Youre everything I ever wanted,
All I need is you.
Elven lullabyListen, the wind singsElven lullaby2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A sad, lonely song
Sings of times lost in time
Of bards and of minstrels
Who lived long ago
Who now are dead, lost and gone
Listen, the ocean
Tells you a tale
A tale of those who sailed
Who sought new horizons
Trying to find
The place where the sun hides at night
Listen, the Elders
Have a story to tell
A story of wisdom and age
They tell you the story
Of once upon a time
The story of tomorrow is yours
Under the MaskUnder the mask, lies a dark place.Under the Mask2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One of shadows and demons who chase,
It is under this mask you will find yourself,
Sad and alone with no help.
Everyone has one they use it to hide,
From the greed, the horror, and all the lies.
A charade, an act, a mere mockery,
Of the things no one should really see.
It is here in this dark lonely place
You find yourself sad with tears streaming down your face.
To some unbearable, and suffocating,
But to me it's a home of never ageing.
I stay here in my own world, forever and always,
Waiting, hoping, and dreaming to be saved from the rest of my days.
Autumn leavesAutumn leaf falling to the ground,Autumn leaves3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you feel like a cloud?
So quiet, drifting peacefully down...
As if you don't have a care in the world,
But to go down, down, down.
You color the trees,
And you decorate the ground
Nature's little designer.
You laugh when you are stepped on.
But why do you fall?
Don't you like it up high?
Or do you get sick up there at the top of a tree?
Autumn leaf keep falling to the ground,
Just like a small, small colored cloud...
ApplesSweet and sensual,Apples2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feel of your fingers on my skin.
Slow and longing,
The trail of your hands on my curves.
Languid and helpless,
The pulsing of my veins under your masterful strokes.
My love for you is like my love for apples.
Juicy, crunchy, delicious...
And as dark as a sinner's heart.