Tomb Raider - SurvivorJust a girl...Tomb Raider - Survivor2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
once a student
deserted. On my own
among the unknown.
my life is torn
I am scared
I am not prepared.
Signs "be bewared"
I am warned
How will I survive?
At the end of this nightmare
will I still be alive?
I know this is the place where...
I shall not be mourned.
I am just a girl
Just me, a castaway
hoping to last day by day
To get out, only one-way
This life is torn.
A survivor is born.
The Ezio Retrospective: Part IIIA retrospective on three games with Ezio and my opinion on the character’s role in them: Part III.The Ezio Retrospective: Part III9 months ago in Academic Essays More Like This
So after three games that centered around Ezio’s life, we get to Assassin’s Creed: Embers, a short movie and basically the epilogue of the Ezio trilogy that Ubisoft deemed absolutely necessary to make. It basically follows Ezio’s final days, because it is somehow important for the overall plot that involves a solar flare in the year 2012 to see some Renaissance man pass away, like people tend to do after approximately 60 to 80 years.
As you can probably gather from the above sentence, I didn’t like it much. I guess that at least in part, this is because it continues the story of Assassin’s Creed: Revelations, which I consider the worst game in the entire franchise. I also admit it probably has to do with the fact that at this point, I was more than sick of spending time with Ezio. Still, it also goes a bit deeper than just these two
Samus AranPoundingSamus Aran7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pounding in my head
I can hear nothing else
Screams and howls
From a creature beyond the minds of men
The induction of a beast
The creation of a demon
Relentless in attitude
Fearless in nature
Never to be tamed
I take my aim
Weigh my choice
And do my duty
I am buried by the force of it
But cannot falter on my mission
Once more I aim
No choices now
Only a single action
The abdication of a beast
The destruction of a demon
Unstoppable by fate
Unbound by nature
Brought to end by the blight of a war machine
Never to be underestimated
HeavenHatred is everywhere and all at once it chokes us,Heaven3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Fear is everywhere and all at once it binds us,
Ignorance is everywhere and all at once it blinds us,
Cruelty is everywhere and all at once it kills us.
But in the silent hours,
When our body's health does leave us,
And our spirit lives outside us,
Our chains will fade away.
In death no one will beat us,
Break, or tie, or hurt us,
Tear us down or tease us,
In death we will be free.
The fire will not burn us,
And frost no longer freeze us,
And God no longer frighten us,
In death we will be free.
We'll be safe from spite and hatred,
And our talent no longer wasted,
On that long bright road to Heaven,
In death we will be free.
Yet I wonder if it's right,
That we should walk into the light,
Just to free ourselves from spite,
Is this the freedom that we seek?
When love throws down hatred,
And the storms rest, abated,
When all people are elated,
Then we will be free.
When ignorance meets with learning,
When rough hands cease abusing,
Dying SoldierI feel the bullet pierce my skinDying Soldier11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The blood drips out from deep within
The dark red fluid flows like my tear
The moment of death is growing near
I feel the sharp pain in my chest
I\'m about to die like all the rest
My rifle still clutched in my hand
I fall to the ground on this foreign land
I left my family far behind
But they are forever on my mind
A soldier falls before my eyes
I hear his painful, dying cries
To bring back peace and liberty
I give my life for our country
For My Grandpa, PoemTelling Stories,For My Grandpa, Poem6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Lots of Love,
Kisses and Dreams,
Just like a Beautiful Dove,
Aches and Pains,
Death with Disdain,
It has come,
Grandpa has Passed Away....
the studentAnd,the student2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
her eyelids lowered.
from her fingers,
the lustrous melody
was like seeds
waiting for the chance
"i was never good at it;"
she admitted to me
but i stood there,
watching her corpse
in front of that damn piano.
playing dirges deep into the night
she picked the keys
the way a child picks up sticks
"i can learn"
i am overcome,
surrounded by strangers
wearing familiar faces
pretending to mourn
the loss of a girl
they never knew.
interview with paffinterview with paff3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
ИНТЕРВЮ С ПАВЛИН ТОДОРОВ (paff)
Сияна: Кога и къде си роден? Обичаш ли родното си място?
paff: Роден съм във Варна на 17-ти ноември 1987г. Много си обичам родния град да и най-вече
Faux StarsI've been out for a few hours, watching the nightFaux Stars5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breathing in the evanescent darkness as I wait
A pale crescent dims in comparison to its millions of neighbors
It's they I watch, waiting for one to falter, to die
Waiting for a death of a faux star to make a wish or prayer
Why we beg these falling projections of light
Is far beyond my knowledge, but alas, I take the bait
As I ask inanimate deities for impossible favors
Because each evening spent with the stars is full of wishes, funerals, and good-byes
If a shooting star descends, we must benefit from its demise somehow, its only fair.
And if I cannot find a shooting star tonight
Could you send me one of your own, from the other side of the world
How many wishes could you need, how much glowing shrapnel from the sky
It is selfish and far too human if you are the only one with chances
I'm exhausted of counting them, and finding pictures that promise me nothing
Stars illuminate minimally and I'm frightened by what goes bump in the night
Dance of the Skull KidCome now,Dance of the Skull Kid2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
With all of us within the trees.
Within these woods,
but able to soar,
as that of a feather.
We've been lost,
all our life,
crying and laughing,
oh what a strife.
Please, play with us,
we wouldn't hurt a fly,
although, your soul,
it might maybe die.
Your face, your skin,
gone it will be,
like within our tree.
We frighten, we scare,
we mean no harm.
we're lonely, and sad,
we could use your charm.
we play the flute,
but no one to play it with,
not even forest newt.
So, please, dance, with us the Skull Kids,
we've lost our family,
our happiness forbid.
A Soldier's LoveThey told her to refuse. To never give in. Nothing good can come of him. From him. All she'll receive is pain and anguish and suffering. Her joy would only be momentary. It wouldn't last long.A Soldier's Love2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Nothing good would come marrying a soldier.
But how? How could she? She knew what she felt. Even now.
An eternal vow.
And as she stood upon his grave, the words, those blade-sharp words echoed through her mind. It came with the emptiness. And along them, the memories as well. Both happy and sad.
Unwillingly, almost automatically, she thought back to the beginning of their love. His persistence to win her over, to claim her as his own. How others would penetrate her mind about promises of death, of pain and of being left alone.
She remembered her confusion amidst her joy of his company. How she fought with her own happiness and responsibilities. And how others meddled in the crossfire. She traveled back to the sleepless nights filled only of thoughts of him. The times she felt wrong and
Finally, I impress you!Reyes is keeping an eye on me. In my opinion she thinks I'm useless. Time to change that then... We need some tools,Finally, I impress you!5 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Reyes, do, uh, you have your tools?"
She flicks her head around and stares me right in the eyes. I can't help but look down.
"Alex, if I had my tools, we'd be of this bloody island by now!"
Ever, ever since Roth died to save... Lara, Reyes has been.... Sad and angry. She blames it on Lara. It isn't fair, Roth knew Lara better than anyone one (apart from Sam) he knew that Lara could get us off this bloody island.
I, I think. Ever since we crashed on this damn island. I've been falling for Lara. She is so, so, beautiful. Mixed with danger and intelligence. I like that. But she is different, she has killed more men then I'm friends with. I never expected to fall for a girl like her. I remember when she sent out the SOS, I think thats when I realised that I feel different. I told her that she was my hero, she still is. She saved my life, Jonah's and Reyes'. When I see her,
The Ezio Retrospective: Part IA retrospective on three games with Ezio and my opinion on the character’s role in them: Part I.The Ezio Retrospective: Part I11 months ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I think it’s pretty much common knowledge to most of my DA watchers that I'm not a big fan of Ezio. While I was once a devout Ezio fangirl who would blindly defend the character, after the post-Assassin’s Creed II games, I don’t think I will ever regain that sentiment. I already expressed my concern about the multiple games with him in other essays and as the games came out, I am sad to say that I found every one of my fears to becoming a reality. In my eyes, this once brilliant character ended up becoming a washed-up cash cow, a one-trick pony that Ubisoft kept making games around way beyond the point of him still having a purpose or being remotely interesting. I easily dare say this character gradually took away everything that I found fascinating about the concept of Assassin’s Creed and nearly obliterated my faith in the franchise, unti
the last danceI put on my boots, stiff white leather to brace my fainting ankles. I can't hear beyond the deafening silence. I don't want to hear. I have only this moment, like you always told me. Live for now, Katia. Live for now, and forget the rest. But you're gone and I can't forget. I don't want to forget you and all the joy you brought me.the last dance2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
White boots against the violet ice. The blades cut thin tracks on the mirror-like surface and I turn in slow revolutions to gather strength. God, please give me strength. I must dance for you, you said. I must show the world that we are not afraid. Even if I am. I hold out my arms and face them, bow to them. A bow of honor, not acquiescence. You are here with me; I hold your hand. The warmth in your fingers is comforting.
The music comes up; the lights come up. An arena we always shared is vacant before me, demanding life from me, and passion. Feeling. I have no feelings now they flew away as you did. They are buried inside me, as you are. I step out,
Tribute for RundasMy name is RundasTribute for Rundas6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And me, I'm dead
''No negative effects''
That's what they said.
They sent me to Bryyo
And They sealed my fate
I was corrupted, poisioned
Consumed by Hate.
I tried to control it
But To no avail
All my efforts
Were doomed to fail.
Then she came
Her beautiful eyes
I tried to stop
My hate and lies
The space pirates cornered her
I saved her- once again
She looked at me gratefully
I can't describe the pain
The darkness roared over me
It made me fight
She defeated me, I was free
I could see the light.
I reached out my hand
into the empty space
I saw her smile
lighting up her face.
But then it was over
Darkness tore it apart
Her eyes, had to watch
Darkness speared me through the heart.
I wished I could scream
Her eyes, enwrought with sadness
The end of my dream.
My vision turned black But
She was the last thing I could see
I don't know if she will, but...
...I hope she misses me.
Motelowe KubikakeMotelowe Kubikake11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Universum: "Bleach" i "Tylko się nie bój, chapter 6"
Autorzy oryginałów: Tite Kubo i ~leuke-chan
Bohaterowie: Kazeshini (Bleach) i Perry Huddersfield (OC)
Ostrzeżenia: +18 - motywy seksualne z elementami SM, wulgaryzmy
Zabiła w myślach cały dział kadr za wysłanie jej do Rokungai i przydzielenie tak małego budżetu. Poprzysięgła, że plan powolnego zabijania wszystkich urzędasów wprowadzi w życie jak tylko wróci do firmy. JAK wróci, bo istnieje opcja, że zostanie bez grosza przy duszy jeszcze w połowie wyjazdu. Na domiar złego musiało padać.
Weszła do motelu, najgorszego, jaki mogła sobi
Nieszczere srebroNieszczere srebro9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Universum: "Bleach" i "Tylko się nie bój, chapter 4"
Autorzy oryginałów: Tite Kubo i ~leuke-chan
Bohaterowie: Gin Ichimaru (Bleach) i Perry Huddersfield (OC)
Ostrzeżenia: +18 - motywy seksualne
Do tej pory sądziła, że kłamstwa nie mają na życie większego wpływu.
Kłamstwa pomagały w życiu codziennym, pozwalały uniknąć niekomfortowych sytuacji i zbędnych problemów. Czasem wolała minąć się z prawdą, oszczędzić sobie kłopotu, niż postępować zgodnie z dekalogiem i poświęcać swój czas na długie, umoralniające rozmowy. Często
- wpis I - 29 lipca- wpis I -4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Nie no, w dupę jeża, co ja świruję?! Mam dwie dychy na karku – a przynajmniej na tyle się czuję – i mam zamiar odstawiać jakieś słodko-pierdzące problemy egzystencjonalne, jak kapryśna gówniara. Oooo nie! Nie ma mowy! Ronald, tleniony pederasta. Żółto-czarny ciul co wygląda nocą jak gouda na asfalcie. To wszystko jego wina. „Ponoć pisanie pamiętników pomaga się uspokoić i przeanalizować swoje zachowanie”. A ten co?! Z autopsji to zna?! Chwała Szefowi za smart fony, przynajmniej nie skończyłam z rushoffiutkim zeszycikiem. Może Ronie liczył, że b
A letter from a teenager.Dear life,A letter from a teenager.3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Where did you go?
Why are you not fun any more?
I remember a time about 6 years young when life was about playing on the play ground
When I played with someone new everyday
Social status meant nothing
When Myspace, Facebook, Ipods, cellphones meant nothing
I didn't care what my grades where like
What my cloths looked like
What my hair looked like
How much money I had
If I ate to little or too much
Weather I was fat, skinny or in between
I didn't matter what toys I played with or who played with me
all that mattered was I got to play
The mean kids where the ones who did share there crayons
Best friends where forever
The way a boy would hurt me was pushing me down
The only time I cried was over a scraped knee
I miss when you where fun.
Love, a lost teenager.
The AbusedTheir EyesThe Abused3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Have many stories hidden behind them
They stare at you blankly
Sadness and pain buried deep within
But you won't catch a tear shed from them
Their hands and feet
Brutally beaten, trashed, slashed, and stepped upon
By the ones who cruelly made them victimized
Forced to live fearing for their lives
Yet they refuse to break and continue to survive
Forever scarred from being completely broken to pieces
From the tortures of abuse for the many years
Not knowing who to trust
Though they continue to stay strong
Images carved deep inside them
Of everlasting turmoil
Confused on what they did wrong
Yet still able to live life like nothing is wrong
Is Incomparable to anything on this earth
As they fight to survive for those who have been silenced
By the deeds of the criminal minded abuser
And will together have the courage to break past the chains of evil
Together they stand
Hand in hand
Refusing to be de