Outfits"Harley, leave me alone." Joker clenched his teeth as he growled at the dancing woman in front of his desk. She didn't seem to notice the seriousness in his animalistic but distracted warning. She held two shirts suspended in the air by hangers, glancing back and forth between them and biting her glossed lips in thought.Outfits2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"First, tell me which one you like better!" She squeaked, holding the shirts over her body one by one. She had her "pajamas" on; a cottony black button up shirt she sewed herself with red hearts all over it, paired up with matching sweat pants. Joker kept his focus on the long pencil in his hand, sketching routes through a complex blue-print of a building.
Once the sirens rang, these doors would be locked first, then these over here. This one would be easiest to break open but the elevator would be shut down, so... we'd have to take the stairs down a couple of floors or should we go up? Hmm... Maybe I should take a trip to the airport and steal a helic
Little childI stand in a field, as a child,Little child1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
A simple flower, i hold in my palm,
A symbol of how easily something can be crushed or blown away,
Nurture this beauty and sigh away my pains,
A lotus, the soul of my love,
I hold in my hand.
As i contemplated these thoughts,
A Angel made itself known, walking in, with no halo or holy father,
Suddenly i felt insecure and stupid,
A boy in love with a flower.
It approached me and took my hands in its palms gently,
An angel maybe but a woman i was sure,
She possessed soft hands like small pieces of stroking silk,
Encasing my hands so they formed like fists.
A panic, i fell into fear as i began to crush my love, my flower,
Anxiety and pain, my heart began to cry and so did i,
She smiled and opened my hands palm up to show me,
The flower was still there and as perfect as uncrushed.
I awoke from this dream, a man,
I realized the flower was my love and my hands the rest of the world,
The hands are unable to crush what i love,
Love is something more, something u
Clipped Wings Ch 1DisclaimerClipped Wings Ch 12 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Young Justice belongs to DC. I do not own Young Justice or any of the characters from the show and/or comic.
Series contains MalexMale, if such stories bother you, do not read further.
Robin watched his friends and fellow wards gather around the dining table, all in their full blown hero costumes. They were all preparing for the night rounds of servaying their respective cities. The team always tried to have a time to get together and enjoy each others company outside of work, and this dinner was one of many activities they did throughout the week. Not like they really needed more time together, they all spent every moment of their free time on Mount Justice in each others company anyway.
The Boy Wonder sat in his usual chair, staring at the food in the middle of the table. He wasn't hungry; lately he hadn't been. He was scaring Alfred with his abnormal lack of appetite. Bruce was less verbal with his uneasiness on the matter, more analytical of th
I am... I can get in your head without thinking.I am...11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can make you cry without shedding a tear.
I will make you scream in horror, but I have no fear.
I can make you run without even moving.
I am the master while you are only the student.
I am the royalty on the throne while you bow down.
I am still deadly, without a heart.
I am the darkness that surrounds you, light.
I am lifeless, while you are lively.
I feed off of the anger and sorrow that escapes your grasp.
I am the one hiding in the night.
The shadows that follow you.
sucideI cut my wrist tonight,sucide7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
just to feel the pain.
I pressed the blade so deep,
the blood fell like rain
I watched it flowing fast,
down onto the floor.
My life started draining,
untill of me there was no more.
I awoke into darkness,
with pain inside my chest.
There sitting beside me
were those who failed the test.
What have I done for this!?
I cried out in shame.
whispering from beside me said
there was only me to blame.
now I am lost to the night,
of which I will never rise.
and whispers in my heart,
all the lost souls cries.
BelovedBeloved:Beloved1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
With a bright radiant smile
If only for me...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 4th January 2013
Next Generation ChristiansNext Generation Christians,Next Generation Christians1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Believe in God, the son, the spirit,
Believe that Jesus is our savior,
They don't believe though,
That being gay is wrong and sinful,
They don't believe,
That it's right to hate transgenders,
We believe that we are all loved by God,
No matter who we are or who we love.
What If?I have a question what if:What If?1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A man in a box came?
An owl flew through the window?
Your name was the one drawn?
You heard the people sing?
A note book fell from the sky?
The fire nation attacked?
A Russian's scarf tried to kill you?
Hollows attacked your family?
You get decommissioned?
You had a paper with lipstick on it?
You got a new groove?
There was a chemical X?
Would you go on to be,
The hero of the story?
Day Three: Robin's Girl AdviceDay Three: CrushDay Three: Robin's Girl Advice3 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
Day Five: SnowDay Five: ColdDay Five: Snow3 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
Brother's Of The BatWe constantly disagree… Can never let each other just simply be…Brother's Of The Bat1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
We inevitably hate… Hoping someone will make the first mistake…
We endlessly fight… Just put us together and I promise we’ll bite…
We persistently feud… Being ever so shrewd…
We naturally loathe… Pride and life-- by the end of it you’ll be lucky to have both…
We boundlessly provoke… Even with a gesture as simple as a poke…
We ceaselessly despise… Waiting on the others sheer demise…
We limitlessly mock… Any hour of the clock…
We eternally dispute… Raging over the same damn suit…
We continuously daunt… Only to bitterly taunt…
We repeatedly wrangle… We’ve knotted together so often that we’re a tangle…
We unlimitedly differ… And our opinions are only getting stiffer…
Wonder.Do you fear your own death?Wonder.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is it hard to conceive?
Draw in your last breath, then-
Your last breath will leave.
Isn't it strange to think,
That there's a timer above your head?
A countdown you can't see,
That finishes when you're dead.
Don't you ever wonder,
What it'll be like when you're gone?
I bet the world will keep on spinning.
There will be another dawn.
But the harsh reality behind it-
We're all going to die.
There's no reason to try to fight it
Not even to question why.
It makes me wish that I could have a little more to give,
Because I'm not afraid of how I'll die...
I'm afraid of how I'll
Nebraska NightsNebraska NightsNebraska Nights5 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
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-shot3 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.
Freaks ShowFingers scratching at my wrist,Freaks Show1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wanting a beautiful kiss.
The lips they know too well,
Gradually I feel my mind compelling,
Back to almost a month ago,
When I was still apart of the freak show.
Dancing on the stage,
With a pointy blade,
Focused on a luscious vein.
The oh's and ah's of the crowd causes pain,
I finally notice how different I really am.
I finally notice there is nothing I can,
Do to pick up the glass without getting cut.
I finally noticed that all I am is a nut.
I finally noticed that deep down I'm in the freak show for life,
I can no longer hide and fight,
The true me when it's thriving to come out.
In this moment I do doubt,
That I will ever be flawless, only odd.
I hold a blade to my arm as the former freaks applaud,
My so called success and I go on for the next act.
I will never turn back.
I'm sorryI knew a boy.I'm sorry1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
He cried himself to sleep every night,
and the rings around his eyes didn’t
match his soft-spoken words,
and Shame tailed him like a shadow;
his closest and only friend.
I knew a boy.
He scribbled jagged promises
on the inside of his arms
the backs of his knees
so he wouldn’t forget,
wouldn’t get too close.
I knew a boy.
But not anymore.
Reaching OutOverwhelming,Reaching Out1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep and overwhelming,
It's true terror to the last jot
And I don't kick, I don't
Scream or swim,
Which is scary.
What happened to me?
When did I become so numb with pain?
When did I slip so far from the handles
That I drift
Or more, much more than drifting.
Sinking to the bottom of wherever the hell I am
(I've lost track)
I want to come back.
I want to be back in the simplicity of Your arms,
Of where You are,
Of where I was,
Trying to understand how I even managed
to wander this far.
You're holding out a hand.
I want to reach for it.
The Opus Of The Everythingthe ocean floor, the twisted sea andThe Opus Of The Everything3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
all the flying jacket bees, and all
the flying birds and he, the one who
caught the glint of spring, who laid
it on the downy dew, the crispy green
of May fescue, who saw the plans of built
up lights that burn to light a thousand
pools of dripping rain and puddles lay
on any given night or day, the brick by
brick, the mortar spread, the snap of sugar
sweetly felt, the brine that made it
through the cloud, the opus of the
everything, the great and wide, the heat
of flame, the sun in cold but sunny sky,
the sound of when a child laughs,
the opus of the everything
SomeoneSometimes I wish I could be someone else,Someone1 year 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.
Insert creative title here.sometimes I hate the ideaInsert creative title here.1 year 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
PokeVenture: Writing TemplatePokeVenture: Writing Template4 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Pokemon Character Reference: Written Entry
Gender: [Male or Female. If the species of Pokemon has no gender, this is not as much about the actual gender of the Pokemon as it is about whether it is referred to as she or he.]
Age: [Either Young, Prime, or Elder. No years please, as everyone seems to have a different idea of how Pokemon age.]
- [List your character's attacks here.]
Appearance: [Please remember, it's more important that your description be easy to understand than beautifully written.]
- Accessories: [If needed]
Personality: [Please remember, it's more important that your description be easy to understand than beautifully written.]
History: [Notable events in your character's past.]
Misc: [If needed]
[If your character has a Pokemon character around for support, you may either double the form above and add it to same Dev
What and Ifwhat and if are two individual words that does not have much meaning behind it.What and If1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
but to place both words together, side by side, it has became a powerful word; a word that will constantly linger in the mind of many human, creating a strong emotion behind it.
what if i were to follow my heart, will i be hurt?
what if i were to ignore him, will he still come after me?
what if i had not went to the shrine, will we still have met?