Insert creative title here.sometimes I hate the ideaInsert creative title here.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I rather eat the autumn
skies crushing cold air between my molars
and hiding shaky hands
between pages of dictionaries
and clickclickclicking sounds of typewriters
you asked me why I wrote poems
on the soles of my shoes
and I told you
it was because I wanted to
imprint myself on the earth
then I can create beauty
even if I am not
Stick and Stones, LoveSticks and stones,Stick and Stones, Love4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
May break my bones.
But words can do much more.
I find them scribbled on notes strewn about,
And I hear your voice when I read them to myself.
They come in soft whispers,
Or thunderous shouts of anger.
They can inspire a masterpiece
Fueled by joy or pain.
They're sung sweetly in sunshine
Or bitterly in rain.
They can serve to begin or end
Something wonderful or terrible.
They are how I know you.
The bridges between our minds.
They are the art of the commoner.
You're lips, a brush, you're words, the strokes
The air is your canvas.
You paint your perception with your voice,
Giving me a portrait of what my eyes could never see.
Will you show me who you are or who you want to be?
With your words, you
Can tell the truth or fool me.
You create or destroy.
With your words,
You love or hate,
You give or you take.
Your words are your choice.
There is life and death.
In the power of your voice.
Long WaysLong Ways2 years ago in Drama More Like This
Clark knew what the initial breakfast meeting was about.
Dick Grayson-Wayne. The 'Wayne" had been doused with so much emphasis that the glow from Lois' eyes was enough to make him want to step back outside the building when the woman he loved had come running towards him with the news of the message. The Wayne name had set every reporter there grumbling once again. None of them understood why Clark Kent always got the 'Wayne' interviews.
So, he grudgingly found himself in a high society Gotham restaurant that towered 50 stories above the ground at 9:00amthe next morning. He had met with Bruce for plenty of similar interviews before but-
At the thought of his friend he had to shake away the delicate feel of smoking skeleton bones in his hands. He'd been trying to avoid it for the longest time. Superman hadn't actually been seen in Metropolis for two weeks or even on a mission with the Justice League.
Strike that. The NEW Justice League.
He hadn't been that surprised when Donna and Dick
The Ones That Matter IntroThe Ones That MatterThe Ones That Matter Intro3 years ago in Drama More Like This
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A/N: woot I'm so stuck on my others I started a new one cuz I'm stupid like that. Now I hate Arty with a passion. I think her and Wally have no chemistry at all! So this is how I think, if the show was realistic to teenager relationships and how these two act with their friends, this would have gone still Robin centered
Prologue: The Kiss ruined it
When Dick Grayson saw Wally West kiss Artemis Crock he was happy, he really was. Of course this was because he thought Wally would finally shut up about her. He never saw it coming; he never thought a single kiss could ruin his friendship .
~three months later~
Zatanna hand touches his lightly as she sees Dick staring at the picture on his nightstand. It's of Roy as Speedy, Wally and himself. Dick jumps at the contact.
"I'm sorry," he says. "You were saying something, I totally spaced out." Zatanna smiles sadly and shakes his head.
"It's fine," she says. "Not really feeling the
SomeoneSometimes I wish I could be someone else,Someone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
someone who is more pretty or more intelligent,
someone who is more extroverted,
someone who has more self-confidence,
someone who is more successful or richer than me,
someone who has an easier past and a brighter future ahead,
someone who can take life and its problems easier,
someone who accepts every problem as it is,
Someone who isn't afraid.
Someone who sees the light in dark days.
Someone who never looses hope.
But in the end, when I look at myself in the mirror,
I understand that I cannot be someone else.
I understand that I am me,
I understand that I have my own strengths,
I force myself to accept what was given to me.
I try to see my own strengths.
But this is hard.
Life is hard.
I'm Tired of SmilingThe bruises on your face are always well-hidden with make-up.I'm Tired of Smiling3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The scratches and cuts are always covered.
The smile always plastered on your face (except around me).
I remember what you said that day,
when your words broke my heart.
How long can you wear that mask?
You make me smile
when all I want to do is break down and cry.
But I'm not too good at cheering you up...
Please don't ever let me lose you.
I can't even handle the thought of you
crying on that dirty bathroom floor.
You came to me already damaged.
I hope I light up your world
if only just a bit.
I can't glue all of you back together,
because you're missing several pieces of yourself.
Ah, but you're so beautiful.
Day Three: Robin's Girl AdviceDay Three: CrushDay Three: Robin's Girl Advice4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Title: Robin's Girl Advice
"YOU WENT TO KALDUR?!"
The speedster's voice echoed through the cave, causing Artemis to miss her target, Superboy to accidentally crush another trash can, Kaldur to blow up the microwave, and poor M'gann's souffle to drop. Robin, meanwhile, was sitting on his bed testing his own hacking skills. He heard Wally all the way from his room, but he wasn't really surprised. He was going to find out eventually.
Wally stomped through the doorway, letting the door slide shut behind him. Was it just him, or did the door just slam?
"There's a new invention, Wall-man. It's called knocking," he said dryly, never taking his eyes off of his glove computer. The young hacker was so close to breaking the last few firewalls of the JLA's main database, and he wasn't about to let his easily offended best friend prevent him from achieving his goal.
Wally ignored the joke, instead choosing to continu
WreckageHe stole my virginity, put it in a box. Tied it with a slimy bow,Wreckage2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one that fastens and locks. Threw it in the fire, watched it sizzle
and burn. Started to take my value, burned it taking turns.
He trapped me in leather, smothered me till I died. Threw my body
in the trash, never even cried. Left me there to rot, left me
for the rats. Skin pallid, limbs limp, eyes as black as bats.
He left then, and somehow I returned. Crawled through the wreckage,
void of all concern. Eyes were black and lips were cracked. I
wandered like a lifeless doll, feeling I'd been smacked.
He never returned, never said sorry. Left me in the dark at the
bottom of a quarry. Now I'm walking with a limp, soundless and
mute. I hope you know it wasn't fun, it wasn't even cute.
unstable Chapter 8Unstableunstable Chapter 83 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Disclaimer: I own nothing
A/NL: I'm upset. Okay their suggestive stuff in here and if you want to read it as slash I won't stop you but this is based off how physical I am with my sissy.
Wally hears his little brother whimper and he jumps from his daze. He looks down at the mop of black hair practically lying on his chest. He quickly brushes his hand over Dick's hair.
"Dickie, wake up," Wally sooths. "It's a dream, wake up." Dick suddenly jolts.
"BRUCE DON'T LEAVE ME," he cries out. Wally is surprised but reacts the same way Dick would whenever his father would cause him stress. He quickly wraps his arms around his friend.
"It's okay Rob," Wally mumbles. "It's just a dream."
"W-Wally," Dick blinks his big blue eyes owlishly. "What are you doing here?" Wally puts his face into Dick's hair.
"I'm so sorry Dick," Wally mumbles. "I didn't know, I've just been so hooked up in stupid crap. I was being a horrible bro, I'm so sorry."
"It's okay Wally," Robin smiles. "You
A Writer's Romance-"You're a writer, aren't you?"A Writer's Romance2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Those were the first words she spoke to me.
At the time, I was packing up, getting ready to leave the library.
I had another long day, spending the majority of my free time at the library, loitering around on my laptop,
Staring at my open wordpad as I contemplated about what to write about.
Just as I was readying to leave this girl, out of nowhere, asks me if I'm a writer.
-"I like to think I am."-
That's the only answer I could give her.
I had taken up writing as a hobby,
But no matter how hard I tried, all of my work felt underwhelming.
Could I get you to help me write a poem?
If that is too much trouble than anything else will do too."-
She starred at me with her big blue eyes,
Long golden hair,
Holding her hands together at her chest -
She was quite pretty at that,
Making me question why such a person would come up a complete stranger such as myself, and ask for something so absurd.
-"Why do you need something like that?"-
The One That Matters Most chapter 1The Ones that matter mostThe One That Matters Most chapter 13 years ago in Drama More Like This
Disclaimer I own nothing
A/N: well only two reviews but I'm grateful to both of you. I'm very sorry but I can't take the time to personally that all my reviewers because my story Unstable gets almost ten reviews per chapter. Now I feel I should say I love DickXBabs but I feel she hasn't been well established in the show so I choose Zatanna. Also a warning I forgot, this story has extreme Artemis bashing because it shows what I truly think of her.
Chapter One: It's kind of awkward
Have you ever had one of those awkward moments? The ones where people are being disgusting and they either don't notice or care? That is the moment Dick Grayson is in now as Wally West makes out with Artemis Crock in the middle of Mount Justice's entertainment room.
Zatanna Zatara is sitting next to him and gives him a look that reads; 'promise me you will never act like that!'
He gives her one back: 'I respect you too much to do that.' Zatanna smiles thoughtfully and lightly touches
What Can You Do?"What can you do, oh, what can you do?What Can You Do?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When the entire world has turned against you?
When all hope seems to disappear?
Can you tell me what to do here?
When all hope is lost, and the good times fade,
When good memories and smiles die away.
What can you do, oh, what can you do?
To help me, somehow, make a breakthrough?"
"Thinking dark thoughts will get you nowhere,
If you do think dark thoughts, then you'd best beware.
To ruin one life, you ruin countless others'
And you'll be the one who is 'under the covers'.
So remember this when going through life,
At the end of a tunnel, there is always a light.
And whenever you're feeling very sad or blue,
Remembering this is what you can do"
Nebraska NightsNebraska NightsNebraska Nights6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The city attempting progress only yards away:
Laughter cascades from luminous doorways of looming buildings,
Rippling down shadowy tree-lined pathways
On slight breezy currents permeating moisture-choked air.
Joyous students swarm over damp-leaf-paved sidewalks
Toward pulse-like bass beats of some distant DJ,
Car horns howl a mournful tune to blazing streetlights
Adorned with charred moth corpses decaying into dust;
Yet these dimly lit steps are our own isolated island,
And nocturnal sounds mere echoes of this all-pervading
Infinitely more potent
Than trivial words spouted beneath the suns harsh glare;
Profoundly rich, sumptuous as plush velvet draperies
Studded only with jewels of flickering firefly glow.
They caress my arms with trembling papery wings,
Ugly creatures til some prehistoric instinct spurs illumination.
If only they could shine forever,
If only tonight would last a lifetime;
Too-fleeting sparks of splendor in a world of crushing
A Tortured Soul.As I pick myself up off the floorA Tortured Soul.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know now that I don't want this anymore
You have just shattered my soul
Ripped it into to pieces you insignificant mole
My life torn, shattered, and left in the dirt
So many ruined memories, and hurt
It all went by so fast
My happiness left in a cast
Picking up the shambles of a broken life
Staring at the blade of a sharp knife
I could end it all now
But there is no fun in that anyhow
I walk through this life alone
Without any hope or a home
I really need you tonight
I am a broken man in a losing fight
You blew your chance with me
Why can't you just take the time to see
YJ WALLART- Presents One-shotArtemis ran her fingers along the red shiny paper. She couldn't help smile, even though she didn't like Wally, she couldn't be the only one not getting him a present. His Birthday was coming up and the team was busy planning a surprise party.YJ WALLART- Presents One-shot4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She smiled, she was sure he'd like her present. She could just picture his smile, stretching from his tanned, freckled cheeks. His eyes, green like emeralds, illuminated with joy.
Then she began to doubt her self, what if he didn't like it? What if everyone else had something better? What if megan got him something martian, how could she compare to that?
Artemis wrapped her present, carefully folding the paper she'd bought earlier. She saw the bright red paper and it immediately reminded her of the speedster, the way his costume left a blur of red and yellow behind him as he ran.
She finished wrapping the present and was just about to leave when she looked In the mirror. She didn't look very party-ish. She took the green hair piece out
Living for the Both of UsHer brother was a boyLiving for the Both of Us4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Who had to shake stardust from his hair
Because his imagination would
Take him to such great heights
(While the ground remained firm under her feet.)
He loved the idea of winter but was a
Summer child through and through
(While she could barely keep up with the change of seasons.)
He was born fearless and saw
The good in everything as he handed out
Forgiveness like bible verses
(While she sat in the back church pews and gathered dust.)
But he never even made it to the hospital
When tragedy struck
On a cold January night and she didn't have
The secrets on how to save a life,
But what she did know was how not to forget.
So now she's shooting herself to the moon,
Coloring the seasons,
And throwing away grudges
Because that's what he would've wanted
And she has to live for the both of them now.
Day Five: SnowDay Five: ColdDay Five: Snow4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Artemis hated the cold. She hated the frigidness in her joints. The sting of the freezing wind against her cheeks. But most of all, she hated the memories. Memories of her father. Memories of when he would decide to test her endurance. To drain her of weakness. Make her a Shadow.
Snow days, for most seven-year-olds, were joyous occasions. For Artemis, they were anything but. Every winter she was glued to the weather forecast, praying that this year would be warmer. That the snow wouldn't stick. Sometimes she got her wish. Sometimes Mother Nature was kind.
But other times she wasn't. Other times the snow would fall, bringing all the beauty and splendor for the children with normal families, and tears to Artemis.
Her father would look outside and smile at her, and point her towards the closet. She would reach for the handle, open the door, and then grab the bag stashed th
All will be wellAll will be well.All will be well1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even if I have to destroy a billion souls,
a garden full of beautiful flowers,
even if I never see your beautiful eyes again.
All will be well.
Even if the sky comes crushing down upon us,
if the Sun goes supernova and dust takes us away,
even if my feelings for you grow stronger than before.
All will be well.
For I shall forever be there for you, only for you.
Even if I cut my heart out so you could live.
Even if I die and never dream again, I shall love you.
Midnight OrchestraUnder the spotlight of the moon,Midnight Orchestra4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
They traced constellations on the ground.
Mirroring the flight of the heavens divine
Heartbeats synchronized in still standing time
Poetry echoed in a sky full of dreams.
A rush of blood-A mute pause;
two breaths held for an undecipherable cause
But their feet didn't stop and they danced on,
leaving the rest of the story, to be inked by the stars.
A quanta of solace was all they had
No men, no women, nor blazing cars.
Their conversation was now composed in music bars;
The silent symphony of Venus and Mars.
Little Black CouchA half-hearted stare at the zen gardenLittle Black Couch2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
has me wondering
"What're you doing here?"
I am an oxymoron,
the clinically depressed optimist
who cries with frustration
when her shadow overtakes the sun.
It's the same color as
the little black couch where a
bespectacled Buddhist with a Ph.D
quizzes me to the tune
of a white-noise generator,
but all I can focus on is the tissue box
and the prayer beads 'round his wrist,
how prayer helped a little,
and I'm terrible for killing so many trees
with my tissues,
those beads on my rosary.
And it makes me wonder
When I started playing Jonah;
feeding this fish until it
swelled into a whale,
swallowed me whole.
I had this,
had this covered until
it began covering me.
My parents swear they've known
since I was little,
but damn them,
this is news to me,
and I wish we had named
this god-awful monster
before it got to the point where
I could barely hold my shield against it
and just hope its wordless figure
would leave me alone.
ScaredScared3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Souls screaming about the room
If I catch one, will she tell me?
Tell me what I have to know
But pain finishes first
The sticks and stones that hurt
The worst the most
Stars spinning into the night
If I crush one, will it whimper?
I could, but I won't
Because I'm scared
S for sibilant
Carnal delights that hurt and
Remember me? It's
A frightened child
Spiders spinning dark moonshine
If I find them, will they leave?
Giving me their lies
But pain is my champion
First, second, always
Alive in my eyes and ears
Because I'm scared
S for sacrificed
Caring, sweet, little
Angel who cannot
Souls fading about the bed
If I catch one, will she tell me?
Tell me everything
YJ- chasing trainsArtemis always thought of train stations, especially the ones that were outdoor, to be a sort of heartbreak heaven. Which, considering the sort of situation that she was currently in, didn't seem to be that much of a stretch.YJ- chasing trains4 years ago in Romance More Like This
At train stations, or airports, or anywhere really where people were coming and going, there were always tears. Always. It didn't really matter if they were tears of joy, like the ones coming from a woman with a particularly flashy ring on her finger as she met her well dressed husband, or tears of sadness like the ones coming from the little girl with a bow in her hair and a teddy bear in her hand watching her mother walk into the train without a second glance.
There weren't any tears on her face, though, which was something that she was grateful for. If she had cried she never would have forgiven herself.
Adjusting the black strap from her bag so that it was situated more comfortably on her shoulder Artemis double checked her ticket so that she got on the
stop methe knife slides to the floorstop me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blood drips down my arm
i can feel my mind slipping
to another land
my life flashes before my eyes
as i lower myself down
into the warm water
that will lead me to my end
reality slips away
as my mother rushes in
screaming my name in fury
a smile forms on my lips
i want to hug and comfort her
to tell her its ok
she grabs the phone dials 911
not knowing its too late
i shut my eyes for the last time
whisper my last goodbye
the final wave of darknes
my mind is once more free