If I could see you againIf I could see you again3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Upon a setting moon, casting its light over the ocean it sees
Does a heart look for a home now, beyond what to it is free
With a scarlet ribbon just ducking over the horizon, where it stays
Next to the glistening sun in all its glory, sending out its life, its rays
With night setting fast, the stars reveal themselves, no secrets anymore
Apart from where the scars still lie, where the heart still feels rancour
Washed away it can for a while, by the crystal rain, without a sign of sin
Where upon shooting light do wishes make it, what would it could've been
Where life lies, where death dies, where dreams appear, where love grows
A setting veil upon the world, with what it holds, time, that nobody knows
If a tale was true, a myth could prove so happy real, can reality be no more, no lie
Can the lives of loved ones, farewelled on earth, be carefully taken towards the sky
When tears are of both joy and of woe, from the heart, not knowing where to go
When memories are forever, when memories m
Marsch der Deutschen aus Polen engl. translationMarsch der Deutschen aus Polen engl. translation3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
March of the Germans in Poland
by Heinrich Gutberlet
Whatever threatens you,
a sacred flame
gives you the power of the sun.
Never letting you enslave,
never letting you disenfranchise.
God gives the righteous
Whatever will be,
be loyal to your homeland,
Fight, bleed, sacrifice,
for your ultimate legacy.
Win or die,
be forever german!
NecromancyI wanted to see what makes a human heartNecromancy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
so I took a scimitar and ripped apart your decrepit
and inside that primordial ribcage I found nothing but
And you merely gave a cruel parody of a
dug your bloodstained claws into your
and tore out that infestation you called a
"Analyze that well, my little necromancer," you
fangs dripping with the acid I once begged to
"Perhaps you'll be as wise as me once you find the
I could only watch as you sunk back down into
clutching that contaminated Philosopher's Stone
knowing you had replaced my heart with the poison known as
'l o v e.'
Missing Pieces.I am a missing piece. Something that someone needs.Missing Pieces.2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
But at the same time, I feel so incomplete.
I’ve wandered way too far, wondered for far too long
Am I a missing piece? Or a piece that won’t belong?
Is it possible I’m damaged and not missing at all?
That I’m just as dysfunctional as everybody else?
Pretending to be perfect never softened a single fall.
But neither did admitting that you’re broken and flawed.
A broken missing piece. Is that all I’m meant to be?
There is no master plan that includes the likes of me.
Being all alone, it’s a hurt that will not cease.
A hundred thousand years from now
I’ll still be
Muse:She corrodes star shapes intoMuse:2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the hearts of sleeping poets,
Alone Again: Family [Rivaille x Reader] Part 2 The sun was just about to set when you finished your loaf of bread. Rivaille stood up and dusted himself off, and gestured for you to follow him. You also stood up and wiped away the bread crumbs on your dress.You followed him to an entrance of a cellar. He opened up the doors and went inside. You followed him in, and your mouth went wide open. The cellar was immaculate. The little window it had was polished so well that it looked transparent. The stone floor was clean and it seemed that no dirt had ever touched anything in the room. In a corner stood a small bedside table and a sleeping mat. It was folded neatly, and a small drawer held perfectly folded clothing. You walked around the small room, gawking at everything.Alone Again: Family [Rivaille x Reader] Part 21 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Are you done yet?" You suddenly remembered that Rivaille was the one who cleaned this place. He was leaned on a wall, where a small table held a burning candle.
"It's so clean..." you said quietly, scared that if you spoke
CanadaXReader- Photography PartnersCanadaXReader- Photography PartnersCanadaXReader- Photography Partners3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"______! Matthew is here!" Your mother calls from the living room.
"I'll be out in a moment!" You shout back. You throw on a red tank top and white shorts. You like your photography partner... a lot. And since he is Canadian, this outfit will definitely impress him.
A bit nervous, you sigh pulling your (h/c) hair into a sport ponytail.(A/N: Ignore that if your hair is too short for a ponytail.) Mr. (teacher's l/n), the digital photography teacher, had assigned you class to "Capture nature while telling a story". You really don't understand what he meant, but your friend Matthew did. He said he knew the perfect place to go. Alfred, Matthew's brother, would be, of course, tagging along.
Throwing your camera around your neck, you rushed out of your room and toward the living room. Your hair bouncing with each movement. In the living room, Matthew is ducking under his blond hair, his face as red as your tank top.
"Hey.. Uh.. What's wrong Mattie?"
The Strange Life and Love of Leo Valdez Part 2 The Strange Life and Love of Leo Valdez Part 2The Strange Life and Love of Leo Valdez Part 22 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Leo had forgotten all about his best friend's birthday, probably the worst mistake he could have made.
He'd left Jason's gift back at the bunker; if he could go get it quickly
He heard a clanking whirring sound behind him and turned to find Buford just behind his cabin. A drawer popped open to reveal the gift.
"Dude," Leo said, "You are the best table in the history of furniture."
Sate TectonicsSate Tectonics13 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I think aloud sometimes. Maybe I'm crazy. I dont know. But these thoughts are more drawn from me by some unseen outerlying force, than they are expelled by my vocal chords. They are thoughts of all the what-if's that I cannot rid of. What if I'm sitting in the vulnerable light of my open window, oblivious to a stranger's eyes, as they grip themselves in a ferverous sweat. What if a child is left on my doorstep with a note saying 'my name is ___ and you are my mommy'. What if I drop a penny off the eiffel tower and kill a stray french poodle. These thoughts get me nowhere, but they are still perpetually exorcised from my mouth.
There are other thoughts I speak. Thoughts that have a much more melodic sound to them. They are thoughts of dew-eyed mornings, hungover and naked, bottled up in empty merlot-scented and olive-tinted glass. A reminder of the dream I had the night before. You know the one. You were there, too. Throwing me down face first into unsheeted mattress stained by t
hanging from the rafters in the skyclocks in a motel room;hanging from the rafters in the sky2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
the years go by like one day
with these old photos in my hands.
how do cities understand?
that by skating on the edge of the world
we carve north stars in Styrofoam
on the edge of reality.
we are all waiting to be found
when stars die.
(i used to have a name)
now i'm dreaming of the simple things,
and i'm ready to fight my way.
somebody told me:
"i have loved the stars too fondly."
between gray and gold
there are flaking photographs and shattered memories;
the heartlines of drunken sinners chasing stars.
cold hearted, you bound our spines.
(and breathe out)
it is not enough to know the colors of my soul,
like a painting hung all wrong, or
and unwanted diary.
dreams catch in the lungs.
let go, little bird.
(but don't forget me)
without you, my fickle muse,
the city daydreams,
desperate to connect with
the world near your feet.
(lost wishes can be found
Help MeMy bonesHelp Me4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Abuse, neglect, pain.
Harder to breathe with every blow.
I'd run and run and run
if there were somewhere left to go.
The SirenI approached the swelling tides and as I neared the black waters they came to a quiet stillness.The Siren2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
My clothing evaporated into a fading vapor and unveiled pale skin afore the instant my bare
toes met with the warmth of the sea’s kiss. I walked deeper into the soothing embrace and
felt the flesh of legs and feet give way to ebony scale and fin. I let my eyes fall to a close and
lowered my head beneath the moonlit surface, parting my lips to a silken caress. I calmly
breathed in the soft flow and opened silver eyes to sunken depths.
And it was in that moment that silence was broken by haunting song.
numbers1 daynumbers4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A New Friend [Rivaille x Reader] Part One You sat on the road, close to a food stand. You've been waiting for days. Your mother told you to stay here while she bought something, but she never came back. It took 3 days for you to process what happened. You sat on the road and cried. She left you. With no money, food, or shelter. Your clothes were slightly dirty, and your shoes were worn out. It's been five days, and all your feelings of love and family were gone. Before she left you, you loved your mother. Although, she didn't exactly love you. Her and your father were drunkards, and they hurt you sometimes. When you thought about it, you were actually quite happy. But you were only 10 years old when your mother left you here. You sat there, emotionless. You didn't care that you were hungry. You stood up. Your once bright [e/c] eyes were dull and the smile that usually formed on your face seemed to be nonexistent. You dusted off your dress and fixed your [h/c] hair. You noticed a boy leaning on a wall in theA New Friend [Rivaille x Reader] Part One1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Maybe you are my inner demonMaybe you are my inner demon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have my inner demons.
And they are tearing me apart.
Through my rib cage,
They are eating away my heart.
I have you,holding me tight.
You can feel the pulse of my soul
I am afraid,save me.
Make those evil creatures go.
I have monsters under my bed.
They whisper only bullshit in my ear.
Their voices are so quiet for others,
But so loud for me to hear.
I feel like losing my balance,
I will fall soon,
I wonder,did Lucifer
Have his inner demons,too.
I trust them,
And they say you'll leave.
It's like they want to kill.
But you caught my body,
You're the one with my soul's key.
With the color of my artery's blood
on your body,you said to me:
"Don't talk to monsters under your bed,
Cause they don't like us at all.
Sleep,I am here,my love.
They don't know what we know."
That'd Be NiceThe Heroes of OlympusThat'd Be Nice2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Today was perhaps as close to a perfect day as it could get. The sun was shining happily over Camp Jupiter, spoiling the earth with its blissful rays. The birds were chirping, singing their song of glee as the fountains dotted around refreshed the grass. The forum was bustling with activity, with campers making deals on wares or sipping cool ice tea with friends.
The Via Principia was almost left abandoned. Today was the day off the praetor had allowed it. Everyone was taking advantage of the great weather, having fun and generally goofing off.
Reyna let herself smile, as she sat up on top of the hill to observe the scene. Her camp it was a beautiful place. It was nice once in a while to appreciate this beauty. They weren't under attack, for one thing, and that was enough to make anyone pleased.
Just in the distance, she could see her mother's temple. It wasn't easy being daughter of the war goddess, and even harder being praetor.
Love me, Love me notIt's funnyLove me, Love me not4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
That a fourty-year-old and a fourteen-year old
Can say the exact same thing:
of sucking in my stomach
when I'm around my boyfriend
Of not being able to be myself,"
I love acceptance
I am acceptance
But if acceptance
Doesn't love me back,
The point of trying
Accuse me of being crazy
If you must
If it makes you feel powerful
But accusing only brings our hearts
Farther and farther apart
I can't be what I am not;
What you expect of me
I am just
And now there's only one more thing
End it now
If you must
I don't have to love you
That I love myself.
ShadowCompanions price,Shadow1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is what I haven't paid.
I found one attached
to my heel.
He's always there,
running with me.
Stretching tall and black
yet smaller than me.
Lipstick - A LeoxReyna Fic'Why don't you ever wear lipstick?' Leo's words rang through her ears as she continued to throw away most of the letters she received and most of them were about a teddy bear murderer's rants about why a graecus such as Percy Jackson should not be praetor and why a power-hungry augur such as him should replace the son of Poseidon. Slowly, Reyna looked up at the repair boy, who was smiling like crazy.Lipstick - A LeoxReyna Fic2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'That's none of your business, Valdez,' Reyna muttered loud enough for Leo to hear. She went back to reading the letters she received, and this time it was about a guy from the First Cohort who wanted to ask her out. She snapped her fingers, and Aurum instantly appeared at her side. She gave the piece of paper to the dog, who happily chewed it into bits like it was a dog bone. Reyna smiled and muttered, 'Good dog,' and gave him a pat on the head.
Leo, meanwhile, was still awaiting her answer on why she doesn't ever wear lipstick. Reyna noticed thi
Property Dualism, Epiphenomenalism, Brain and Mind“She does not understand, why? Is it the wine? No...what is it then? What is the reason? But soon it does not matter. Soon the why and the reason are gone, and all that matters is the feeling itself. And this is the nature of the universe; we struggle against it, we fight to deny it, but it is of course pretend, it is a lie. Beneath our poised appearance, the truth is we are completely out of control. Causality. There is no escaping it. We are forever slaves to it. Our only hope, our only peace is to understand it, to understand the why. Why, is what separates us from them, you from me. Why, is the only real source of power, without it you are powerless” - The Merovingian, Matrix Reloaded (2003)Property Dualism, Epiphenomenalism, Brain and Mind3 years ago in Scraps More Like This
1.1 - Clarification
In this essay I will give a very brief overview of the mind body problem, I will give an account of property dualism as a philosophical theory of mind elaborating on the doctrine of supervenience, a