The Super Hero DreamThe Super Hero Dream.The Super Hero Dream2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Since I was young I've always had this reoccurring dream.
As immature and juvenile at it may seem.
I'd have this one fantasy
That me and my peers were apart of a heroic, super natural team.
We would serve and protect the world from impending doom.
But every morning I always end up waking up too soon.
I would stir and gaze around my marvel inspired room.
And attempt to
Move objects with just will of my mind.
Completely alter my anatomical design.
Teleport in and out of realties and dimensions.
Communicate with anyone via a telepathic connection.
Have an invulnerable metal emerge from my knuckles.
Tip the balance between the ageless good and evil struggle.
Soar above and around the skies like an aeroplane.
Have a romantic but dramatic relationship with my very own Mary Jane.
Have the technological advanced capabilities of a billionaire.
This would then enable me to have a untraceable, under water lair.
Catapult spheres of synthetic web from the pa
Belief.Belief.Belief.2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I’d rather believe in something,
Rather than to believe in nothing.
Because to believe in nothing implies there is no purpose.
It implies that there is nothing below or above the earth’s surface.
It suggests that there is no advanced assistance and that our existence
Can be revoked in an instant, despite our apparent spiritual commitments.
It would mean that mankind will not be punished for all their wrong doings.
And that living a good honest life will not grant you a shoe in
To something that is not indefinitely there
And that it was us who made this world unfair.
But if you believe there is something greater in place
And that this something does not have a form, figure or face.
From this something we gain a feeling that cannot be described
And although countless cynics have allied, defied and tried.
They have dedicated their entire lives to proving there is no evidence.
Because disproving that something is the only thing of any relevance.
What if confirming its p
The WatchmakerThe Watchmaker3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Thomas sat hunched over his worktable in the corner of the dark shop, tired green eyes peering alternatively through his mixed set of lenses and magnifying glasses. The slim silver tools in his thin fingers never once clinked together as he worked, turning over the dozens of tiny metal gears and springs laid out before him, checking each one studiously for the hundredth time that week.
He didn't know what he was looking for. He knew he'd find nothing. The pieces were perfect, crafted and meticulously cut from the finest metals. They gleamed in the light of the table's single candle, reflecting the shifting shadows that flicked across the room. He'd never seen anything like them in all his yearsmuch less held such things in his handsand Thomas' aged heart beat furiously as he gazed at them through the glass.
The Pale Gentleman hadn't been lying There was certainly something special about these parts
Elizabeth, the old watchmaker prayed silently, I hope
The Story Of Water .:Chapter 10:.The Story Of WaterThe Story Of Water .:Chapter 10:.2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Clashes of iron on steel reverberated around the clearing, the sound bouncing off the trees’ trunks and leaves like ping-pong balls. Brickrack easily barred the younger pony’s downward left stroke, adjusting his sword so her weight forced the blade down upon his weapon, making it hiss with sparks. She toppled forward, caught off guard by the sudden deflect. Spreading her wings she quickly readjusted in mid-air, easily correcting her fall. Her body swung around, ready for a counter-attack. Landing on the ground, her haunches bunched up, allowing her to propel herself forward with amazing speed and accuracy. Fu Lee brought her sword down for an upward slash at Brickrack’s shoulder blade. This time, however, he did not parry the blade, but let it come directly at him. Fu Lee, not being able to halt her attack, fell over her hooves and onto the ground. Her sword flew from her grasp, landing a few meters away and slicing
Bee - Chapter 1Version: BayverseBee - Chapter 12 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Characters: Optimus, Ironhide, Ratchet, Jazz, Starscream
Location: Cybertron, Decepticon base, prison
Ironhide almost exploded in anger as he turned from the wall and started in the opposite direction with huge strides.
“Wretched Decepticons, if I get my hands on one, I will instantly shoot through it, I swear! No, I would rather tear them all to pieces! Or rather...”
“Ironhide, calm down! This isn't getting us anywhere!” Ratchet tried to catch his companion on the shoulder, but he turned away from him, stepped up to the bars and struck the metal rods with his full power - no small amount. Small blue sparks immediately shocked his fingers, and he pulled his hand away, cursing. However, instead of learning from what happened, he kicked the bars powerfully, with the same results. So he stepped away angrily and turned back to the wall, rubbing his injured hand.
GAY AS AN INSULTSince I see it all the time, homosexuality used as an insult, examples, (gay, fag, gay, fagot, queer, etc.) so I thought I would write about why you should not use it as an insult. There are 3 main reasons:GAY AS AN INSULT2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
1. It is offensive, like, take an example "Your fucking fagot!" is something you can say to anyone, heard it 1000 times, often aimed towards people calming to be straights, and all other possible orientations.
You don't say it as a positive thing; you say that like its negative to be gay, is it? And if you believe that, why do you tell people? You remember when it was common to use "nigger" as an insult? It came to an end (where I live at least), why, because it is offensive! Exactly the same with homosexuality.
2. It is misused, let's take a straight guy there is no doubt, "John", Marcus can manage to say to John that he is a "fucking homo", right? Maybe because he is mad at him, even though John is not gay. it is used in the wrong context, just as nigger before, one from Cro
MaybeJust give me one dream that isn't see-through.Maybe2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One substantiated claim to reality,
that I might hold onto life with.
Every quivering cell, mid-osmosis, begs you
for a shred of dignity with my tea.
Just one chance for something heavy,
something hard and room temperature. Real.
I don't want to look through my day dreams
and see someone else's face there.
I don't want to dream of those people
who may make, or break me, in the future tense.
I am tired of milky white and reflective black.
It is time for a life of colour and hope -
and not looking back to see if the past
matches up with the jigsaw map to the end game.
I want to be in the game, participating,
feeling, like I might make it there one day.
Just give me something, that I can hold onto;
something harder to see through than a whisper
of that voice in the back of my mind that says
It's all about her,-I had never wished to know the moon,It's all about her,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
or the burning gaze of her lover.
I am merely a forest of silences,
old dogwoods & untamed hair.
-But, I made a promise
to a bone collector once.
He could have my spine,
my kneecaps, &
one flowered rib,
wrapped & bowed-up
like a present
-if he could fall in love
with things that slip through his fingers:
-“It would be a sin to love you,
my dear sweet wolf;
you will always cry for the moon.”
Winter nights: Rivaille x ReaderWinter’s first snow covered the ground and the birds left without so much as saying goodbye. On days like this everyone stays off the streets and bundles themselves inside. You stare into the fire that crackled in front of you. Your finger were still cold from earlier, you had spent your afternoon grooming horses, after all, it was one of the chores that was assigned to you this week.Winter nights: Rivaille x Reader1 year ago in Romance More Like This
Snuggling further into the couch you close your eyes. When the weather was like this you just liked to sit by the fire wrapped in a blanket with a book or paper work to keep you occupied. It seemed everyone was getting sick around this time, and to stop the virus from spreading most would stay in their sleeping quarters. Corporal Rivaille had been shoving medical masks at people telling them to secure it to their face for the last few weeks.
You jump a bit when you sense someone sit down next to you, the cushion dipping slightly. Glancing over, you see the Corporal sitting in the empty seat next t
Song of HealingHeal these woundsSong of Healing6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Heal these scars
Heal my soul inside
From the dark
The light must not hide
Through the years
All these tears
I must ask
For a mask
I'll give you this vow...
No more tears,
No more fears,
I'll end your darkness
Clear your mind
Free your soul
Show you the light
Time shall change
Boy who's strange
Is our new hero...
I must ask
For a mask
Give me your sorrow...
Because I Miss YouI fell asleep last night with your letters by my side.Because I Miss You4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There must have been a hundred pages,
Scented with the love I've been dreaming of every day.
So it is true that I read all of them before sleep sometimes,
Just once in a little while,
Slowly like the way I long to caress your lips.
And the softness of your touch haunts my every dream,
Like this longing I have of you,
Burning ever so precariously in this moment of my heart.
I love... and hate being a writerI hate being a writerI love... and hate being a writer5 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
yet I love it too
though such ambiguous feelings
cannot be explained so simply...
I loathe the unsterilized ink
which continually poisons my veins
and pumps from an all too emotional heart
yet when this ink is set free
breathed from my syringe of a quill
I'm assailed by such a breathtaking sense
of relief and release that I forget
and become intoxicated on my own vile.
I abhor my blank eyes
which so incoherently delude me
as to what is real
that I am faced continually
with the realization that reality
will never be enough for me
and yet these blank eyes are the same
on which I paint such beautiful fantasies
and experiences which I faithfully adore.
I detest the imagination
which hosts menial plays with
unwritten roles and spitfire lines
and asks me to fill the holes
Song of HealingSong of Healing10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Day to night, dark to light,
Fall the sands of time.
Let the years like the gears
Of a clock unwind
In your mind walk through time
Back to better days.
Memories, like a dream,
Wash your tears away.
Like a star in the sky darkness can't reach you.
Light the night, joy is light 'til the new dawn.
Cast away your old face
Full of gloom and spite.
With this mask I will ask
To borrow your light.
DreamtakerDreamtaker3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
SLIPPING Slipping slipping
I almost had it right in my palms
AWAY Away away
My eyes open wide like my lungs
GASPING Gasping gasping
Accumulated back into this world as I awake
PAIN Pain pain
Gathering the moments of the dream before it fades
REAPING Reaping reaping
My desired world is always taken from me
FAITH Faith faith
I never wanted it to be make belief
FEELING Feeling feeling
That unaware sensation is being ripped
BLAME Blame blame
But it's as if I am the one that is torn to shreds
RainRain2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
An Unspoken Series*Bounties of the Heart*An Unspoken Series2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A boy sits on the back porch, looking off into the distance.
His younger brother walks up and sits beside him.
"I miss dad."
"I miss him too."
"Have you ever seen him around lately?"
"What happened, anyway?"
"... He died of a broken heart."
"Oh... Do you think we will ever see him again..?"
"Mother always said, "Just look for him wandering around on the clouds.""
"He sounded like a great man."
"He was an idiot..."
"Because he never noticed how much he really mattered. He never will. He always needed to be told. That's what mom says, anyway."
"Hmm... Hey brother..?"
"How come we never ride in the car, in the garage..?"
"Dad bought that car for her. It was her favorite. That silly Mustang... We don't ride in it, because all it does is remind mother of him."
"And what about all our doggies and kitties? How come they seem fine..?"
"They aren't... They cry and howl each night in memory
Life is BeautyWe are all flowers, flying through the windLife is Beauty2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Only the wind can determine our path
We try to force our own path
However we are unable to change our destiny
It's much like being on an island
Being stranded day and night
You submerge yourself in that world
And you take in all the beauty around you
Let it be day or night, you can find beauty anyway
From the simple tasks you do or even just walking around
Life is a journey, and you sit along for the ride
There will be tough times and great times, but life is still beautiful
You may be a dreamer, a stargazer, a lover, or even just a regular man
Throughout your life you will experience beauty
And in return, you receive a wonderful emotion
Life in itself is truly beautiful
Yes, I am a teenage girl Yes, I am a teenage girlYes, I am a teenage girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No, I don't squeal over One Direction
No, I don't wear mini skirts
No, I don't curl my hair everyday
No, I don't need my phone 24/7
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I prefer Edward Scissorhands over Edward Cullen
Yes, I like violent video games
Yes, I like action movies
Yes, I listen to Rock
Yes, I am a teenage girl
No, I don't draw hearts all over my homework
No, I don't spend 20 minutes trying to make myself resemble a porcelain doll
No, I'm not afraid to cry
No, I don't party every weekend
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I hate reality shows
Yes, my hair is short and messy
Yes, I'd rather walk in the woods
Yes, I am okay with mice
Yes, I am a teenage girl
Yes, I'm different
Yes, I'm strange
Yes, I'm my own person
Why is that bad?
Why do you hate me for that?
Why can't I just be myself without your criticism?
Why is it horrible if I'm not just like you?
I don't have a problem with it
Maybe the problem
YOU.YouYOU.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(have always had the strength to drive me to the point of breaking.)
(yourself a team so it'll be me against the world. I'll have not a chance.)
(who is that? You've stripped me of all I could be. You take away my meaning and strength.)
(the hot salty tears of sadness and despair. Tears make me weak but that's what you want me to be.)
Stay with meJust like when he kisses you and and you feel like you’re invincible, like none of this is ever going to die. We can’t be any closer to immortality. We are one being. We are one heart. We are a soul that lives forever.Stay with me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
:(Here you see me twirling strands of hair,:(2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Looking down at the ground.
Here you sit beside me worriedly,
Looking at my expressionless face.
Here you put an arm around my shoulders,
Looking into my eyes that say it all.
I wish that things could go my way,
If they did maybe I would be a better person.
I wish that every time I am happy,
That I can keep holding onto that light of happiness forever.
Here you hug me and say we will meet again,
Looking down at the ground I say no.
Here I tell you that we will probably never meet again,
Looking into the light in your eyes.
I wish I could,
Because you are the most amazing friend I have ever had.
I wish I could do otherwise about this,
Because it's been three years since I've been this happy.
Now I have to start all over again.