Mirror Mirror...Mirror Mirror...3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Mirror Mirror on the wall
Please be honest
Why do you make me feel so small
When I see that
Yes that little reflection there
I always seem to pause for a moment
And simply stare
I know her
That girl looking back at me
Why does she always look so sad and lonely
I can see in her eyes she wants me to be happy today
But looking at her, all my happiness fades away
She says she is me
But that can not possibly be
She is dark with bags under her eyes
With eyes of red, and dried tears from when she cries
Her skin is pale, with a frown upon her face
Hoping and yearning to have a smile on her innocent face
I touch the mirror, and it feels so cold
She’s lost and hiding inside from all the lies she’s been told
Oh Mirror Mirror on the wall
Why do you insist on making me fall
I hate that reflection of that young innocent girl looking at me
She’s lost, lonely
And most of all
I finally realize
I Paint Pictures...I Paint Pictures...3 weeks ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
When they try to bring me down
By tossing harsh words at me
That only seem to bury my feelings in the ground
I simply close my eyes and begin to breath
And forget this world I want to leave
As I paint pictures in my mind
Of the world I wish to live in
While I leave the real world behind
In my mind the sun is there to light up my day
And the people I love are here for me
When I lose my way
A place where the sky is a color, brighter than the sea
And a feeling of pure happiness is all that defines me
In this world I always smile
It’s a real one that always seems to stay a while
Oddly everyone somehow sees the real me
And they never try to make me into something, I don’t want to be
In my mind there is a place far better than what I know
A place of comfort and warmth wherever I go
But when I open my eyes I begin to see
The cruel real world that surrounds me
I’m a simple piece of this chess game we all play
Taking one move at a time, until we all fade away
So once again whe
I Will Not Be HypnotizedI will not be hypnotized.I Will Not Be Hypnotized3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will not be controlled. I will not be owned, I will not be confused. My mind will stay clear and strong, and I will remain my own man.
Your colored lights will not dazzle me. Your loud voices will not command me. Your images will not trick me, destroy me, and rule my mind. Crack into my skull and just try to take a hold on it, there is no grasp for you to find.
I will remain my own man, and I will not be owned.
Because I will not be hypnotized.
I will not be pressured.
I will not be forced, I will not be tricked.
I will not listen to the voices of the multitudes. Two and two is four, one and one is two. A thousand voices will implore my obedience and they will be ignored. I know what is right, and I will not back down. With a hundred million feet marching towards darkness, I will turn toward the light.
I do not care about numbers, numbers do not equal right. I will not disappear into the group, and I will not follow the blinded crowds.
Because I will not be
War of packs 1 part.Black newfoundland runned wast as he can. His name was Mosi he was late for the meeting. Dog jumped on old boxes and jumped agian and he was in other side of the wall. He sawed Tapja and sigh. Tapja was alpha of Cruore pack. He was waiting for informatikon what Mosi can give. Newfaudland was spy for all packs. He gives info and they give to him food. Whats how he survived here. Every street dog must find the way survive in this city and Mosi finded his. When Tapja gave to Mosi angry gaze he singhed and walked to him. He walked to german sheperd Mosi had bad news for him. But in deed Mosi don‘t care about it newfoudland don‘t worked to Tapja he just told the news and leave what was for food but he knowed what Tapja by piss of. So he started „Pups at the street are mising. Its humans they take whem and they will not stop. They get whem to they homes and when they train whem. To by great pets. M‘lord“ Mosi‘s tone was as usually he saw how Tapja geWar of packs 1 part.5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Mapogo Royal Decree The royal couple roared, calling the entire pride to the opening of the den that was the throne room. Carefully carved images of lions decorated the walls, and the family tree of Makulu and Hermione Nefertiti dominated the wall behind them. The thrones carved from rosewood stumps stood tall sylized sunrises cut from the tops, circling the heads of the King and Queen as they sat. The princes between them on miniature thrones, at their feet sat the five Council Lords, the Kings coalition brothers.Mapogo Royal Decree1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
The pride sat silent as they waited to see what had required them in the throne room. It was the Queen who broke the silence, her voice echoing in the cave.
"My brothers and sisters. We are blessed to have so many litters of cubs to be born soon. With the growth of our pride, a new system of law keeping is now in place. This system will revolve on three tiers of severity. As the severity of your crime worsens so will your punishment." She paused to allow her mate to speak. The King liste
Atevu bioName:Atevu bio2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
7 Years Old
Atevu is a massive lioness of brutish porportion that slows her down from hunting and because of this bulkiness of hers she is more leanish muscular due to her distinct eating habits. she is a dark red and beige with eyes of firey teal. her body is littered in nicks and scars from past fights and each tell a story in their own right.
personality: Atevu is and will always be a a defensive bad tempered female her whole life has been ridiculed with pain and betrayel and is far from a trusting female. her actions towards others can come off as sadistic and down right rude..she is not the right person to talk to often talking in riddles and sarcastic quips to break the one she is talking too down..she is uncaring and brash though can still feel though has a hard time showing it. years of lack of emotion makes ehr understanding of emotion one of sheer confusion and misunderstanding and she oftens jumps to conclusions
Luck's story„I want to tell you a story. From when I was born until now. And I hope what you will understand why I become who I‘m now. So shall we begin?“Luck's story6 months ago in Profiles More Like This
When I was born blind in graveyard I didin‘t know what will hapen to me. I just knowed what I have mother who is taking care off my. Her name was Reha. I had siblings but they die in teen years I will come to what later. I had only two other siblings they was younger when my. Yhey names was Elle and Shon. I still can remember when we all three was laying near elephant skull and our mother curled near us. She wanted ceep us warm. I was biggest other sibbling was smalled when my. I had felings what I need take care of whem. Few weeks later I started to see. First think what I saw was my mother dark blue eyes full of love. You will say our king can‘t love but what is lie. So back to the story. She licked my head and whispered my name. Elle and Shon started see the next day. It was fun to see everythink have they own co
Brick's 37-Minute Pokemon AdventureBrick's 37-Minute Pokemon AdventureBrick's 37-Minute Pokemon Adventure6 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Once upon a time, there was a boy named Brick. He woke up rather abruptly one night, hearing his mother yelling at him to wake up and go see some girl named Bianca who was gonna give him a Pokedex and a Pokemon. Not even giving Brick time to change out of his Missingno pajamas, his hyper mom urged the sleepy young man out of the house.
What was wrong with that woman? It was 3:27 in the morning! Brick grumbled as he marched down the street, not noticing his neighbor Zer0 there until he smacked right into him.
Upon learning Brick was going to get a Pokemon, Zer0 insisted he would accompany him to find this Bianca girl. No matter how much Brick protested, Zer0 stayed stuck to him like glue. They searched all over town, not finding a trace of the woman, and of course, they could not enter people's houses at night- Oh wait, yes they could. Brick proceeded to search every house in Aspertia, Zer0 dogging his every step.
CoffeeThe wondrous scent that wakes you up.Coffee3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
It has that place, that of a pup.
The rich rich taste that does satisfy.
Bringing forth warmth; it does supply.
A taste that lingers after death.
A taste so pure it sticks to breath.
The scent is one to draw you nigh.
It is really addictive, it makes you high.
That rick darkness colour it displays.
People have motivation to make it always.
The thought patterns start to flow.
Coffee easily makes people go!
It goes through the system like wild fire.
The bathroom is coffee’s only desire.
That’s all I can think of for this drink.
No other ‘coffee thoughts’ come to brink.
MonsterNo body understands,Monster3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Understands that I can't help who I am,
I can't help that I drink blood,
That I eat flesh,
No body wants to be near me,
For fear that I may eat them,
For I am a Monster.
I wish there was somebody,
Somebody that would help me,
Care for me,
And would stay by my side forever,
But this will never come true,
For god has given me a gift,
A gift and a curse.
No body wants someone like me,
For I can't control the beast,
The beast inside me,
That taunts me,
That wants me to kill,
That wants me to murder.
But as I try to make it go away,
It comes back full force,
Growling and needing,
Wanting the smooth red life liquid,
down my throat,
And the sweet salty flesh,
between my sharp teeth.
For it's a gift and a curse,
I can get my revenge,
And I only turn into the beast every full moon,
But as I take the lives of innocents,
I feel my heart break,
As their screams echo through my ears,
As I tear them limb from limb.
So, you see how,
How I am a monster,
How I ca
love and comfort of a motherThe storm is bitter and angry; lightning strikes again.love and comfort of a mother3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The wind blows in fury – sweeping the earth in vain.
The clash of thunder shudders the earth, peace no longer nigh.
The trees give a desperate call; the waterfall just sighs.
The cub sits there, cold and alone.
Its call for its mother by the wind was thrown.
Its baby blue eyes gaze out of the cave.
In this cave alone, it is nothing of brave.
A dark figure lunges in and runs up to the cub.
The cub smiles and mother kisses her bub.
All wet and cold, the mother gently lays down.
The cub saunters up, not making a sound.
It feasts on the milk so warm and pure.
The rich taste of life is one to assure.
The cub lies down; its mother’s now dry.
Safe in this cave, the outside world can cry.
The warmth of the mother brings along sleep.
Curled up in a ball, it is a furry heap.
The mother lays still and looks on in awe.
This gorgeous baby to the world she bore.
The storm no longer scared the cub again.
Nor causing it to feel to los
My Story PLEASE READMy Story PLEASE READ1 year ago in Drama More Like This
When we stepped outside, it was pitch black, and we were next to an ominous wood, so I was a little confused. When the girl realised that I wasn't following her, she turned around and tugged my arm. Well, it had been the middle of the day when I had followed the figure into the warehouse, the warehouse was also in the middle of a big town or city, Boston I think it was called, no-where near a wood, at least not as big as this one. There were no noises outside, no cars, no hum of distant noise, not even the comforting noise of an owl.
Suddenly, there was a piercing noise through the silence. The girls eyes suddenly went wild and panicked. The tug on my arm became obsessive and urgent. I started to run, with her hand in mine.
'Where are we???' I was shouting at her over the noise of the siren.
'We have to get away from here, set up camp where they won't find us', she replied calmly. 'This way'
'That wasn't the answer to my question!' I shouted back, but she was already dashing
Kennedy ImfoKennedy Imfo1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
birthdate: July 10th
personality: sweet and kind, very out going and very competitive
relationship status: Single
likes: competitions, snakes, friends, soda, music
dislikes: bullies, people who tease him, fake friends
health issues: none
skills: cooking, cat like reflexes
hobbies: Playing video games, painting, writing, drawing
powers: none really
allergies: bees, peanuts, amnesia
prized procession: none
theme song: None
role model: none
Mother: no one
farther: no one
Favorite song: On top of the world
Favorite movie: Monsters University
Favorite book: none
Favorite animal: snake
Favorite months: November
Favorite country: France
Favorite plant: Sakura flower
Favorite color: purple
Favorite season: summer
Favorite element: earth
Favorite singer/band: The beetles
Favorite actor/actress: Selena Gomez
Favorite show: Lilo and stitch
Favorite food: oat
Hear me whisper 'Sorry'Hear me whisper 'Sorry'1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little cub so small, so young to understand.
The pain being inflicted – I don’t think she can.
She whimpers by a rocky shore; impossible tears fall..
Hear me whisper ‘sorry’ and forgive the pain I bore
Vicious words I threw, so hurt I was with you.
Maybe……. You didn’t mean it; those bitter words I threw
The wolf in me backs down, no longer wanting to fight.
Hear me whisper ‘sorry’ and reach for forgiveness light.
Maybe I was misled, I believed a so called truth.
Maybe this isn’t true, why am I so confused?
Do I dare to trust your words, believe them once again.
Hear me whisper ‘sorry’ as I cry out in vain.
A pathetic wolf I make, nothing of the real.
A gentle tear does fall, breaking strengths seal.
I cant believe I’m saying this; I do want you back though.
Hear me whisper ‘sorry’ as I fall beneath the blow.
I never meant to hurt you, this I would never do.
But why hurt me though? Wasn’t
ExpectationsExpectations1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
You mock me
Manipulate as well
You smile, hauntingly
Push me away
And you expect me to be happy?
You stare where you shouldn’t
You think you care
You cry when I do
You hug my pain
You smile at pain
You hate life
And you expect me to believe a lie?
Listen to your voice
No one matters
Your ‘friend’ is important
No one exists
Your top dog
And you expect a friendship?
Don’t expect my trust
My hidden beauty within
Just expect silence……..
Have you seen a wolf cry?Have you seen a wolf cry?1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Have you seen a wolf cry, tears streaming down it’s muzzle?
Showing weakness for once in life; not able to handle it’s puzzle.
Unable to howl its sorrow to the world, cant find words at all.
Watch gently if you wish as you see this great beast fall.
Have you seen a wolf silenced, blinded by its own pain?
Shamed for hurting another; it hangs its head again
Cant even whisper ‘sorry’ for the words just do not flow.
Watch if you must with sorrow as he turns and decides to go.
Have you seen a wolf hide, disappearing right from sight?
Never wanting to see one and just to escape into the night
Hanging low, cannot stand tall. The once there is gone.
Watch on with bewilderment at the wolf that once shon.
Have you seen a wolf plead, gentle tones so soft?
He gently gives a saddened sigh and the wind subtly coughs.
No longer wanting to live; wanting not to be alive.
Watch if you can with grief as the wolf loses will to survive.
Have you seen a wolf die, from sadness just su
Monty's ImfoMonty's Imfo1 month ago in Short Stories More Like This
Name: Monty Winter
personality: Clueless and very sensitive also a huge animal lover
relationship status: Single
likes: chocolate chip cookies, friendly people, his stuffy, warm places, animals, warm milk, farms, songs
dislikes: Bullies, People who use him, fake friends, animals abusers, scary things
hobbies: tending to wounded animals, playing girly video games, painting, gardening
allergies: Nuts, bees, dust
prized procession: His stuffy
theme song: None
Health issues: Anxiety and Night terrors
Mother: Heather Winter
Farther: Zach Winter
brothers: Only child
Sisters: Only child
Favorite song: Jesus take the wheel
Favorite movie: Despicable Me 1 & 2
Favorite book: Can’t read
Favorite animal: Wolf
Favorite month: None
Favorite holiday: Christmas
Favorite memory: None
Favorite food: Cookies
Favorite drink: Milk
A saddened ending of hopeA saddened ending of hope1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
The flame of friendship burnt like the fire of the phoenix bird.
It felt as if the flame would never die; this theory was absurd.
A distant memory batters me, of what was promised there.
The storm mocks my vision, it does not play fair.
The phoenix between us flew, it brought trust and peace.
Within two souls it bore and never wanted to cease.
A threat though interfered and brought this great bird down.
A threat so over-whelming, one that made us drown.
That peaceful fire between us, it died without a chance.
No longer will it burn nor do a flickered dance.
Sorrow replaces the peace, tears may slowly fall.
Leaving scars of pain where they viciously did crawl.
The angry words that choke the bird, they have no remorse.
It cries out in despair at the dangerous turning course.
It knows the path that’s burning, it is the friendly guide.
But bitterness and pain consume it; it suffocated and died.
Now the light has gone, the flame has burnt to ash.
And words of hurt and fury are tossed
Never get you backNever get you back1 month ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tears mingled with the rain; wet all over and cold.
I lost something dear to me, rarer than a fleck of gold.
I lost my life too because of bitter words I threw.
Now ill never get you back, never be friends with you.
I can’t help the escaping sobs that hurriedly shake my chest.
I failed you once again, I failed this friendship test.
You meant more to me than what I chose to see.
Now I’ll never get you back, you’ll never be friends with me.
I miss you so much, miss everything in the way you are.
Screaming is now useless for it will only deepen the scar.
Never will I forgive myself for hurting you once more.
I will never get you back, I have hurt you to the core.
Sorrow and grief mingle together, y tears do not give way.
If only you could see me now and see me wish my dying day.
Sorry is not good enough, it is a word so frequently misused.
I will never get you back, for our friendship I did abuse.
Never should I have asked you for help, this too much I know.
I was so rel
Giants Of This WorldAn early sunrise, the light hits earth.Giants Of This World3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The giants glow with this early morning birth.
The sunlight heaps their peaks, glinting on the snow.
Eventually hitting the ground, many miles below.
An early morning leopard emerges from the cave.
That these giants provide, they stand tall and brave.
The fog down below, thick as winter’s breath.
A fall from one of these is a certainty of death.
Birds dare not to fly at these giants height.
To be up in the clouds; what wondrous sight.
Painted golden by the early morning sun.
To look at this beauty, it surely will stun.
Mountain goats stir, they descend down below.
For later in the day, and avalanche of snow.
Rocky and rough, this is part of the appeal.
Hiding million year old secrets, never to reveal.
A cry of the eagle as it searches through rocks.
The giants are large and can easily toss.
The air is chilling down, night will soon fall.
Leaving the wind raise its eerie call.
The sun is sinking, the giants are red.
The beauty of Mother Natu
The Black-Sassin"So, did you hear?" The pirate looked around the table; the once chattering pirates were now putting their full attention on him.The Black-Sassin4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The large man sat back in his seat as it creaked dangerously, even in the dimness of the candle-lit bar the men could see he was grinning. He held his silence for a few more seconds, not once breaking eye-contact from his audience.
"Jack says he's seen the beast herself."
The men scoffed, throwing protests and questions at the still grinning man.
"Yer tellin' me that ol' Jackie boy's seen the Black-Sassin?"
The entire bar was quiet now. Everybody knew that when such a name was mentioned, the subject matter was serious. The Black-Sassin was the legendary 'ghost-ship' owned by Captain LeStrange. There are many rumors about the ship and its owner's brutality, but nobody has ever lived to tell the tale of what's really on that ship, let alone what it looks like.
Pepito glanced over at the group immediately, his heart racing with excitement as his mi
SecretsWHISPER and SECRETS- TT ad Real- REALITIY BITESSecrets4 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Have you ever tp to someone, they they quit talking to the other person? Or run up the a group and they quit talking?
LOL Sometime get the feeling it was you being talked about? Been there done that! JUst saying! Or have to defend yourself
for something totally not true just because some started a rumor!
IN REAL I have been sick lately. A LOT! Went to hospital other day ER, stayed over night. All kinds of test, blood draws- GOD that hurts!.
MOM-Why are yoy talking in whispers to the doctor and looking at me?
OMG what is wrong? I hate whispers and secrets!
Four yearsFour years.Four years7 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to wrap his head around that. It didn’t start feeling like four years until he had everything laid out on the table. An empty book, full of promises, and a shoebox full of keepsakes no one even knew existed.
Opening the book to the first page was the most intimidating thing. It sat there, blank, staring at him. It commanded him to fill it with sweet words and tender memories. It reminded him of that morning – the one where he’d woken up to learn he had a roommate. He remembered how her eyes sparkled at him, as if she knew about his young infatuation with the blue eyed girl with leukemia. A page from his journal came first. The untidy scrawl seemed so unfamiliar to him now, but he remembered writing each word as if it were yesterday.
I have a roommate now. For the first time in months. Angela Hadley. I’ve never seen eyes that blue before. She has to be some sort of alien – or an angel. She
Black GoldBlack GoldBlack Gold7 months ago in Drama More Like This
Written and Created by:
More shiz to be written here soon.
We’re on the deck of the Siren Queen. Crew members are spotted about the deck – all male. Captain Jacqueline DeBeau is standing beside the helmsman, looking out over the choppy waters ahead. In the far distance, another ship can be sighted. The captain is a woman of regal bearing, despite being low born. Her long hair is held back in a braid and she forgoes the typical hat of a captain.
TITLE: “Black Gold”
SIDESCRIPT: IT HAS BEEN THREE YEARS… NOT MANY CAPTAINS CAN SAY THEIR CREW’S BEEN FAITFUL FOR THAT LONG. THOUGH, MANY CAPTAINS PROMISED BOOTY THEY COULDN’T DELIVER. NOT A SINGLE MATE HAD ALL THAT HE WANTED. BUT I PROVIDED WELL FOR MY MEN. BETTER. OR ELSE I’M SURE THEY’D HAVE MUTINIED LONG BEFORE THEY DID.