...Transgender Bipolar DolphinDolphin by birth...Transgender Bipolar Dolphin4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A bird by right
When in her heart
Her soul takes flight
From pole to pole
She flies each day
At neither one
For long she'll stay
She hears the call
For her return
To icy depths
Where others yearn
For all the hope
Within her light
But all are blind
Before her sight
When none can see
The truth she keeps
And no one knows
This dolphin weeps
SickVarying degrees of afflictionSick2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Let the old ones hang out to dry
Stop by Sad Sally and smile some
It will be her final goodbye
The Role-Player TestThe Role-Player TestThe Role-Player Test4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Are you enjoyable to role-play with? Is your character original, or a cliche? Do you foster an environment that is condusive to others participating in the role-play?
Similar to the Mary Sue test, this will give you a cumulative score which will place you in a range that will indicate just how likely it is that people find you enjoyable to play with. This is meant for characters used in role-play only, as it takes into consideration your play style as well as the character you have created. Just keep a tally of your score, and watch out for point subtractions. Please only score your character based on traits that they currently possess.
And keep in mind, this is just for fun.
Your character is not human at all. (+1)
Your character is some sort of elf (half elf is some sort of elf). (+1)
Your character is:
Half human. (+1)
Half vampire. (+1)
Half werewolf. (+1)
Half dragon. (+1)
Half demon. (+1)
For FrankCats tend to give me 'paws'.For Frank4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Horrorku II: the house of terrorThe House of TerrorHorrorku II: the house of terror1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
An empty house -
night marries insects
in cadavers’ bellies
in the bowels of
This translucent little
I run but the rotten
With broken legs
we crawl slower
than black spiders
An empty house –
night marries me
while insects devour my eyes
Frantz, august, 3, 2013
ProtocolesC’est l’heure blanche des novembresProtocoles9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
enchâssés de griffes longues électriques
et transi je te sens mâcher de tes guerriers les os
surmodernes orants au faîte des remplois en boucle
Les brumes éparses de Mérovée
frissonnent dans la glaise épaisse des déconstructions réticulaires
Voici venu l’envers du signe - émacié comme une lune
Frantz, mai 2014
Be My Friend.Be My Friend.2 years ago in Drama More Like This
I have done it, again.
I, have been here many times before.
I'm willing to accept failure.
I'm also willing to accept judgement, disagrees, loud conversations; even death if possible.
I approatched you as you were lying on cement surrounded by bullies.
You stared at me with tears all over your face and whispered, "Help me."
I begun to run towards you; standing in between the two boys. Both looked at me. I was also known as the dork of the school so it's kind of obvious they asked me to join them.
All I did was stare.
Myself again today.
And, the worst part is there's no one else to blame.
I grinned. You buried your face to the ground with your arms covering your head. You were crawled up into a ball.
They started kicking; one was punching.
I put my foot down and raised my arms yelling for them to stop; They followed that order and very quickly too; they know what I'm capable of.
They all backed up and walked away; the laughter was still hea
no subjectleave me aloneno subject1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
a solitary, singular stone
turn it over and i find nothing
as cold and lifeless as the ground it’s touching
fertilized with death and broken love
like an angel fallen from the sky above
wing ripped from a friend once trusted
after my affections lusted
but remain unsatisfied
a lasting injury to my pride
fourth: the priceultimately, I appear as three things:fourth: the price1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i. the version of myself that I would like to be
ii. the version of myself that you would like me to be
iii. the version of myself that I should be
constantly slipping away
The StrangerDays can go by without noticeThe Stranger5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The rain can fall a thousand times without any feeling
People can talk, people can live, people can move
And I still will feel nothing
I don't feel trap or lost I just don't feel anything at all
I try to wake up to this world full of nothingless
Full of people so trap in their own minds, people that cant see beyond their own eyes
But I just can't seem to find something to share
All I hear is noise; all I see is dust
I don't feel close to anyone even my so call "friends"
I see destruction everywhere
I see the world becoming a chaos and no one seems to care
Technology is everywhere but feelings are nowhere
Coldness and possessions, who is into who, who has the latest...
Emotions have become a sense of power to this world we have created
I can't find anything I really feel
All I want to do is lay down here looking at the sky
Maybe there I will find something I can
Citation A GERNAKA force de blanchir mon blé, je suis fauchée.Citation A GERNAK2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Tous droits réservés@
LE MOJITO - THE MOJITOUn trait de rhum et de citron bien vertLE MOJITO - THE MOJITO3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Le sucre de ses lèvres
Et j'ai vu sous sa robe
Une ombre rouge
La belle aventureuse
S'éloigne dans le soir, hélas !
A dash of rum, a little lime so green,
A shot of sugar from her lips
And I saw under her dress
A red shadow
The great adventuress
Passes away in the night, alas!
Frantz, avril / april 2010.
PorcelainDiane’s hand crashed hard into the porcelain as her knees hit the ground in front of her perfectly white toilet. She had over done it, she realised. She retched again and vomited into the bowl trying not to let the acrid smell fill her lungs because that smell often made her vomit again. She had been feeling rough for a couple of days but had decided to distract herself by cleaning, the kitchen was done but when it came to bleaching the bathroom the enclosed space made the cloying scent had seemed magnified somehow and it had stuck to the back of her throat until she had coughed it out. She was sick.Porcelain2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She was sick and she hated to be sick. She pulled the plastic toilet seat down and rested her arm on it so she could lay her cheek against her wrist. She felt the tears streaking over her hand and it tickled unpleasantly, but she was exhausted from the exertion of being so drastically unwell, so she did not move.
Eventually she knew she would have to get up. Warren would be home soon
Together AgainThe attacks on Earth were...Together Again1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Thane turned off the news-screen, the blood in his face draining, while his heart pounded so hard in his chest. For the tenth time that day, the news offered nothing new; nothing that would grant him a little peace of mind. All they talked about was the attacks on Earth, the thousands that died, and how contacting Earth at that point was impossible. Despite that, Thane kept checking his omni-tool every few minutes, hoping that he'll be able to contact Earth, to contact his Siha.
Many thoughts roamed in his head, and it made him sick. He was tortured by not knowing whether Shepard made it alive or not. He wanted to believe that she was well, and he clung to that thin thread of hope. He couldn't bear the thought of her gone. He just couldn't.
Memories of the time they spent together started to appear before him. She was giggling, and laughing, and whispering sweet words to him. He could feel the sensation of every sweet touch and kiss. They were
Relief“There’s no escape.”Relief2 years ago in Drama More Like This
“You must choose”
She groaned, trying to fight those venomous thoughts that kept echoing in her head and threatened to consume her.
She was lying in rubble, frozen in fear. She had no idea what was going on at the moment. Many questions were going through her head. The Sky that was still filled with glowing orange balls didn’t help in raising her hopes. She was completely terrified at the thought of failure, the thought of life being completely wiped out. she completely refused to believe that, a part of her told her that she succeeded, the other said she didn’t. But she wasn’t going to listen to her intuition this time. She had to get up and figure it out.
Pushing the debris away from her, Shepard barely managed to stand up. Her whole body was in agony but she tried her best to ignore it. Breathing was so hard that she felt her chest collapsing with every single breath.
She looked around her; her vision was so blurre
Drunk-ku (fr/en)S’endormir de toiDrunk-ku (fr/en)1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
plein de branches folles
et de feuilles rouges
sleeping of you
amongst tangled twigs
and carmine leaves
I am not Fake.I can't undo the things that led us to this placeI am not Fake.2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But I know there's something more to us than our mistakes
So is it you or is it me
I know I'm so blind when we don't agree
But you should've known me by now
You should've known me
Cuz you're all that I want
Don't you even know me at all
You're all that I need
Just tell me that you still believe
It's my fault....it's my fault....it's my fault.....NO.
I stare into your eyes. No, actually, I stare past them, my mind reeling. Hell, it's not even your eyes I'm looking at. It's a reflection of mine from the screen.
Am I angry? Damm right I am.
Am I full of rage? Damm right I am.
What am I even suppose to be working on...?
How dare you tell me another thing. Another mistake. Another problem.
For crying out loud, you've been on a role with pointing out all my flaws.
But you know what?
I won't take it.
I'm not taking a single word of it.
I refuse to be told how to act. How
Printemps / SpringCe matin la neigePrintemps / Spring2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a lavé l'or de
This morning the snow
washed the gold of thy
Version II by Nikki:
When morning came
snow drenched the gold of
Unhealable (DOWModder's trade)"You can't do that!! You can't help the enemy!."Unhealable (DOWModder's trade)7 months ago in Drama More Like This
"I'm a healer, and she wants my aid! I'm not going to decline her request!"
"What? Have you gone insane!! You of all people--"
"Anders, please! What if this good doing made her realize that not all of us are bad! She requested a mage's help after all!"
"You're not just changing the mind of 'some person' who thinks mages are evil! This is the knight-commander, by the maker!!"
Valena shook her head as she tried to forget about her fight with Anders. The sight of him yelling then storming out of her house made her eyes well up with tears, but at the same time it pissed her off so much that her jaw was starting to hurt from how tightly she had it clenched.
She took a deep breath to steady herself as the big statues of the Gallows welcomed her. She locked all of her emotions behind a mask of ice, she needed to focus on the task ahead of her.
The gallows were really crowded that day, with so much noise from the merchants yelling and
blancheur des erotiquesà frôler l’ombreblancheur des erotiques1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
blanche et le lit vide
le dit vite
le couloir recèle
en équilibre sur
la ligne du souvenir
elle avait l’air
s’occuper d’un pouce
le désordre des rues
mordu d’un réverbère
se raser la tête
une semaine à l’avance
pour ses mains
lilas et désordre
et la taie des oreillers
comme au vent des fleurs
Frantz - 2012/2013
Poemes des jours 34,41,42 / Daily poems 34,41,4234 Un corbillard écrasé – le mort était pressé // A crashed hearse - the deceased was in a hurryPoemes des jours 34,41,42 / Daily poems 34,41,422 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
41 Les feuilles naissent dans l’abstraction du vide // Leaves arise in void's abstraction
42 Penser la poésie cueillir les roses à la hache // To think poetry is picking roses with an axe
Frantz, février // february 2013
GifleBriser un rêveGifle1 month ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
délivrer trois coeurs
- mélodie d'hiver
Red as rosesRed as rosesRed as roses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A delicate dance
Some subtle shift
A gentle drift
as fingers fumble
No single cause
No hidden clause
they ‘re in love
As souls merge
Through darkest day
They never part way
past death’s door
in heaven above
God bless true love