Lara Croft: She Still RemainsLara Croft: She Still Remains1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Click play then read to the beat.
She is a young woman
starting out in this world
with a fire in her heart
and an adventurous spirit
to explore is her aim
to find what others have left behind
to find herself amongst the ruins
amongst the old rocks that were hewn.
Once a little girl she now fights
she kills to survive, she feels the pain
but what else can she do to remain?
it's the way of things kill
or be killed.
And she's not backing down
not running away
she's standing up
she's fighting back.
They took her family from her
now she wants revenge on the world
she wants her story to be told
she's not going to sit around
never been one to fold
her life is her own to claim
and take hold of.
She stands by herself
even though she relies on others for help
she feels fear just like everyone else
but give in to it she'll never do
she knows the day she did she'd come unglued.
Doubts are something she'll never give in to
no hesitation as she pulls the trigger
as the bullet flies past it
DesireLike a shadowDesire11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
passing through my fingertips,
you are there.
An ache to feel
but finding only
Ib Fanmade Story - Together, Forever [After Story]Ib Fanmade Story - Together, Forever [After Story]3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Hey, Ib! We're here now. We can't be late for class!" Mary said as she tapped Ib's shoulder, waking Ib up from her daydreaming as she looked out the window. Ib has been spacing out a lot lately. It was going on for the past few weeks. She didn't talk as much, like how she used to. She didn't seem to want to talk to anyone. Not even to Mary. All she's said were simple replies like "yes" and "no".
Ib and Mary arrived at class the moment the bell rang. Class began with the first period, like how every day did. Ib took out her notebook and opened it to a blank page. All the previous pages were filled with words and drawings of things no one would expect Ib to write or draw. It had a man with a tattered coat, roses, paintings, vases, macaroons, and statues in dresses. The day proceeded normally, like how every day did.
Ib and Mary got home and greet their parents. Ib skipped that night's dinner again and got ready to go to bed. Lying in bed, Ib stared at the ceiling with an expression of a
Grind AwayWatch it through a foggy windowGrind Away6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Keep yourself alive
Did the heroes disappear
From this fragile life?
Goddesses, they walk among you
Walking on the nails
Grinding down the bones that hold you
Nothing stands you up
We take the blame
The pain that you feel
Why dont you die already
We know youll always heal
Back in the corner weeping
Tears upon the tiles
Grind your teeth and break your jaws
And still youll feel a smile
Nail me to the ground
Nail me to the wall
Watch me hurt
Watch me die
As you just grind away
Grind away (we see your face)
Grind away the hours
Till your bones are only dust
In the wind
Beautiful Little FreakshowDancing in a thunderstormBeautiful Little Freakshow6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hood draped over your elegant hair
Dampening the wool
Posting a letter on my door
Written in running ink
I see you through the window
You know that I saw you
Running home to cry
Because you feel imperfect
Drown out the fear
Alone in your shadowed chambers
Hiding from the world
Hiding from its people
Hiding from me
Your shaking knees pulled to your chest
Your makeup wet from the tears
Buried under sheets of fear
The rain concealing the outside world
I walk in the thunderstorm
Hood draped over my darkened hair
Dampening the wool
Posting a letter on your door
Written in running ink
I see you through the window
You don't see me
You're still crying
Because you feel imperfect
But I'm cursed with imperfection too
R.i miss the way the fingers of your left handR.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
smudge the lower corner of the sky.
there's an ugly complex security to these
neighborhoods that pop up beyond the
reach of the field.
i wonder which one is yours.
i want to find your backyard,
to find your pale, summer cold arms.
the wasps could sting my knees
with spring pain.
not at all.
Newspapering and Postcards1.Newspapering and Postcards5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yellowed autumns crinkled under thumb
as I picked away at language long lost
depicting us on a boat run.
I was stuck in an infinite regression-
memories twisted and turned and
denoted turbulence of last excursions.
The authorship is creased,
writing spirals into
I have come back from the end of the world,
accompanied by the sounds
of a soft murmur and the ever-pressed newspaper clippings
of an expeditions trek into an October breeze.
It was of a black winter morning I returned to the sights
of London north, the besmeared and hazed brickwork
embracing the steam coddled galley of our
Off the by-street stalls life thrives in the bricked hearts
of Londoner glory. Nothing but lamplights greeted
the row, after row, after row of cobbled alleys,
as I embraced the sordid negligence of my house.
We were popular travels, frequented by the bleach mouthed
press and asked for photographs and a comment,
and no gentleman but wishes to avoid a scene,
so we carried our
the first day of springyou are new in the way flowers are new:the first day of spring3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
brilliant green, soft purple,
the good smell of rain and soil.
let the miserable winter wind
chase its own tail for a while;
there’s something beautifulwonderfulmine
at the end of a sunlit driveway.
eulogy. "i'm not living a lie," she said,eulogy.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"i'm just waiting to wake up."
her mouth tasted like a graveyard,
littered with corpses of young thoughts
and old dreams--
all the things she could have
would have should have might
have said, if her lips weren't so
dry and her breath not so shallow
"i'm not dying inside," she said,
Gray MetronomeWalking down an empty streetGray Metronome6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Headphones blaring in my ears
Their wires draping across my body
The human pulse grabs the music
Heartbeats merging with the metronomic pace
Black crows call, the moths love the flame
The gray, dying flame
Neutrality seeps into my eyes
Where darkness and light coexist
I can see what lies beneath this music
Each word a drop of paint
Upon this canvas that I see
Feed your hands into their color
Paint the walls with every note
Tempo rises, shapes do change
This world so empty
Make it shine with color
Awaken the dormant life
That we abandoned long ago
Ride the riffs, scream the lyrics
At the top of your exhausted lungs
With each scream the colors burst
Hues blend, brilliance shines
But as the sun begins to set
The brilliance fades, dulls to gray once more
The heaviness of the music
Returns to latency
Wilted trees of grayness
Buildings worn from emptiness
But the color will never die
The music lives forever.
Girl with The SpadeDid you hear about the girl?Girl with The Spade2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The girl with the spade.
Rumour has it,
she dug her own grave.
Tied back her hair; lank and long.
Powdered her face; Sunday best on.
She set out at midnight; spade in hand.
No one was up and the rain lashed down.
The solemn moon watches
with owl, badgers, foxes...
Uphill; spade in grip.
Persistent with each slip.
Gaze out to the yonder.
Spirit wandered beyond her.
The girl with the spade?
She dug her own grave.
MemoriesMemories5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
This burning sensation What is it? I know that part of it is because my lungs are gasping for air, but
there's something else.
All I hear, besides my own heavy breathing, is the scoff noise of my footsteps, as I run from one door to another. I grab the doorknob closest to me and swing the door open. I take a quick peek inside to see that it's empty.
"Nope, nothing "
I close the door, as I rush to another. In the distance, I hear my comrades' results.
"Not here "
More doors being slammed shut. As I start to reach for another door, a sudden tremor causes me to lose my footing a bit. I lean on to the wall, as it dissipates.
"What was that?"
I look around, wondering if my comrades are in danger. Why don't I hear them? Panic rushes through me, as I bring myself to my feet.
I rush down a hallway.
I turn left. Where are they?
I look to my right, as I hear Naruto's familiar scratchy voice. I turn around, heading toward th
AirHis charred skinAir6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
His tear-filled eyes
Staring through moist, blurred vision
The fog creeps ever closer to the room
The window is its portal
Between life and death
Feeding off the earthly tainted
That choke the world
The flowers die
Their petals crushed
The grass darkens
To a nasty, filthy mud
Alongside the battered earth
But no one shall notice
This killing, this murder
He watches the murder!
Scared to nothingness
But he can't turn away
Dulled to a sickness-filled gift
A gift of hazard
A gift of evil
The air is a coffin
The atmosphere a burial
And with the suffocation
The furious breathlessness
The fog shall dissipate
And leave nothing alive
The Sunflower Field - Part 1The Sunflower Field - Part 14 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Where am I?
Is someone there?
"You okay?" I looked up to see a young boy around my age. He had brown hair up in a ponytail. He was actually kind of cute. "I said are you okay?" He asked again. "Uh I think so where am I?" I asked. "You're in the village hidden in the leaves, also known as Konoha" He replied. "Oh right I forgot I was on a trip here with my parents when I guess I got lost and somehow " I stuttered "You fainted." He replied. "Yeah" I nodded. My parents where were they am I lost I felt tears form in my eyes. "Oh man don't cry ." He stammered "But I don't know where they are " I cried. "Man how troublesome " He sighed. I looked up to see him reach out his hand towards me. "Here how about we hang out and try to look for them okay?" He asked. "Kay"
XCOM: Enemy Beyond 4: Swift Justice"Commander," Bradford said. "The Council has requested a word."XCOM: Enemy Beyond 4: Swift Justice2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Commander turned from one of the computer screen, illuminated from behind. He had been looking at analysis of the recovered images of the Outsider. As ever, no details of his (at least, Bradford was confident that the Commander was male) face could be seen.
The Council representative appeared on the large screen in the Situation Room, over Mission Control. "Hello, Commander. We require your assistance with a unique matter. We expect that you will give it the same level of attention as you would for any other project objective."
The Commander nodded silently. He had been expecting some interference from the Council during the project, but not so soon after it had begun. It had only been two weeks since first contact had been so violently made.
"One of the captives abducted by the aliens has somehow managed to escape. If you could retrieve this woman, she may have valuable insight into the aliens' operation. We'll transm
a conversationi welcome sleep as it is - a long lost friend returning home from battle, arms draped over my shoulders, weeping. i held it close and whispered - as if it were my only friend, being the prince of the sky, asking of why i cling to my possessions like a dog to its territory, why i harbor insane notions about silly things -a conversation4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"we are all barren, stripping the land, looking for love in white-capped waves of our own destruction."
i asked why mother nature was pulling me by the roots of my hair, and being as i am, a girl who speaks vague classroom french and stands at the waterside passing small thoughts
like stones as the brine and tangling seaweed washes over my broad and open feet, i condescendingly believed he would give me straight answers-
"all languages we speak are diligent and binding, we bite our tongues against society, and she is just trying to say hello."
silence like a trainwreck passes on four feet and i wait, breathing, for the hour to come and announce itself to me in a rain-l
Dead Island OC Blank TemplateDead Island OC Blank Template2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Introduction of Character
Blood Type: (O-, AB, A, etc, etc.)
Death Date: [Optional]
The Character’s Appearance
[Try to include detailed description of character’s physical characteristics (shape of nose, freckles, moles, scars, shape of eyes, accessories, etc.), ethnicity, common attire, etc. DO NOT JUST PUT DOWN WORDS!]
About the Character
[Be as detailed as you can with your character’s personality. DO NOT JUST PUT DOWN WORDS! Go into depth with your character.]
The Character’s Relationship With Others
WarriorWhen you attacked my world,Warrior3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your intentions were quite clear.
You intended to destroy us,
But now you reek of fear.
When I destroyed your armies,
My mind, for them, was not open.
And as I killed your captains,
My breath remained unbroken.
You expected many victims,
But alas, you received one, alone.
Your soldiers fell like dominoes.
My methods, to you, unknown.
And now you cower, drenched in sweat,
Fearing the death you know too well.
Without care, or a glint of mercy,
My blade rings Death's unholy bell.
63. Cold EmbraceThere was nothing that could be done. Shelves upon shelves of lust and sickness and wonder sat in jars, collecting dust, lonely, hungry, yearning.63. Cold Embrace2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I looked down at my clockwork fingers. They chilled me to the metaphorical bone. My eyes were dull, grey orbs; staring sadly into the shadows... such eyes lose their lustre over time. So much had been replaced. There was nothing more to gain from my intricate illusions of grandeur, for they had merely eaten away at this wintry heart of mine.
So many lives, all in vain... the disaster that had started from such a tiny, insignificant corner shop.
Oh, I could replicate, but I could not create. My own beautiful monsters had turned against me, raising the dull and inevitable question - who was the monster in all of this? I snorted. Hah. What a thought!
Cliched and flawed, like a Frankenstein fantasy. My bride would not accept my withering love. The world would not spare me a second glance.
I, Jon Harlestow, self-proclaimed dr
SasuKia CE- School Projects..."You'll be doing a project," Mr Hatake said, looking out at the class. He turned and started to write stuff on the board, telling them what their project would be about.SasuKia CE- School Projects...5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The class started to buzz with excitement, people making plans about who their partners would be, a few girls looking back at me hopefully.
Stupid fan girls.
One of the girls at the front of the class, copying down instructions caught my eye, however. She had turquoise hair and purple eyes, which I knew were either fixated on the board, or the paper in front of her.
"I'll be choosing your partners," Mr Hatake told the class. No one took this as a shock. He never let us pick our own partners.
"You'll be doing a presentation on the History of Man. You can choose any civilization you want. Egyptians, Mesopotamian, anything. Use your notes, and information online. Make sure to cite your sources, especially you, Naruto. One more time without it, and I won't even bother to look at your report," he said. Naruto sweat dropped
A writer's soulI write to express myselfA writer's soul2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in ways that nobody knows how to
I write to feel in this world
a way to let hope go on
I write to understand myself
as well for people to know how I feel
I write to believe in myself
a way to know that this life is worth living
I write within my heart
a way to let out my true emotions
I write to express these words
that I wish for people to understand
I write deep within my soul
this darkness beneath this life I live
I write all these words on paper
to let out these inner feelings tearing me away
I write deep within myself
to let out the emotions deep within
I write to express these words
as a way to show that I have true feelings
A writers soul deep within
a feeling nobody will fully understand
Cause I write these words on paper
to show people that I am REAL in this world
HerculesYou grappled dragons and slayed gorgons;Hercules2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you drifted on seas of sirens
to state your name.
Dominions were built with the strength of
crumbled at your fingertips.
Why is it you never expected
more than muscles to grow weary?
Fretting over fights;
jetties at night
full of skeletons piled high.
Hush the crowd with one word,
they continue to love you.
In your dreams, you wished for recompense.
Their defense: you deserved none.
Nightmares are now escapes from reality-
a quiet confidentiality-
not the other way around.
So wear that badge of courage,
badgered by the current
of the overflowing river of fame.
This is what you wanted.