Summer's EndLong relaxing daysSummer's End5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
now passed by
like a sweet slow sigh
The bustle of learning time
just around the corner
back to hurried days
now a comforting dream
Forced back to a rigid schedule
no longer allowed to slow down
The memories made this summer time
always close at hand in my mind
Forced to go back to long taxing days
but always smiling remembering
the sweet summer ways
Goodbye beautiful summer
Days of sun, waves, and laughing friends
Around this corner is the reality
of summer ending, of long days starting
Heavy sigh I'll wave goodbye
and trudge to begin the school year
Random Character GeneratorRandom Character Creation Generator:Random Character Generator5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Looking to create an awesome character? Are you thinking of a story, but need another player in the mix? Or are you just bored? Either way, welcome to Dreamnorns Create-A-Character Guide! In here, you get to randomly roll a character which you can use for a story, comic, roleplay, or whatever you truly want.
Firstly, we need supplies
a) A coin
b) A d4
c) A d10 and a percentage die
d) Pencil and paper to mark the traits
Got all that? Good. If you dont have the necessary dice you need, click the link in the description for number generation.
NOTE: You can use this to help you create a character if you want. If you already know certain things, like what species it will be or what gender it is, feel free to skip the questions.
Now lets get cracking!
This one is easy enough. Flip a coin to determine whether your character is male or female. Heads for a boy, tails for a girl.
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,Storybook Ending2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
[even broken wings
wish for happily ever afters]
[once upon a time
there was a girl who became her own hero.]
Wings Of IceWings Of Ice2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wings Of Ice
Lay down my enemies painfully
Release all the hatred heartlessly
Another layer of frost maimed
I've become one with this eternal winter
I've stopped the flow of time in this one frame
My past and future have been torn asunder
I've frozen the pain within my veins
Never again will I ever have to surrender
I am but a reflection
Of every aimless sin
A casualty of corruption
So let my thoughts of vengeance unhinge
I'll reveal the face-
That you forced me to create
I'll indulge in the screams-
Knowing it's not a dream
Tears will instantly become icicles-
Allowing the scum of the Earth to cry is hypocritical
You're the taint that fell from grace-
You don't even deserve these snowy graves
You were all too careless
Always hurting those around you
Now accept the consequences
For the damages you cannot undo
None have survived
The vortex of truth
Stitched Up (6/?)As they all settled around the polished table of the one meeting room Tony actually allowed in his tower, Bruce asked JARVIS quietly to give them a video feed of the living room. He wasn't too worried, but he didn't think Thor, or any of them for that matter, really wanted Loki to wake up alone right now. He took a few deep, calming breaths, waiting for the downfall to begin.Stitched Up (6/?)2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"So, point break, you mind telling us what the heck is going on here? Because I mean, one minute Loki's terrified to see you, trying to throw himself off the balcony as soon as he knows you're coming, and the next he's clinging to you like you're his mama? What's up with that?"
Thor sighed, his eyes falling to the gleaming wood of the table. When he spoke it was with utter remorse, and dejection.
"Loki....Loki was punished...severely. He may have feared I was going to take him back to that. The last time we saw one another....I was the one hurting him. The allfather commanded I hold him down as his lips were sewn
.:Feel Better:.Sherlock and John had been walking around for quite a bit. Sneaking around was more like it. They were on a case and were closing in on the killer. Or so, they thought. It was rather more like the criminal had been closing in on them. The two of them stood flat against a nearby wall as though it were a floor. John gave a signal to alert Sherlock he would go first. That was the mistake. The two of them had assumed the killer was in front of them when in fact they were behind; and above. John took two steps and there was a loud BANG! John fell to the hard brick floor with a loud thud. Sherlock looked utterly bewildered. He searched John and found his gun. Snatching it as fast as he could, he aimed towards where the shot had come from. He shot a few times and then he saw the killer run off. He snarled a bit and wanted to run after them. But then he remembered John.:Feel Better:.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"John!" He yelled, wide eyed before tossing the gun to the side, clacking as it hit the ground.
He kneeled and placed his h
SleeplessThose nights without youSleepless4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
expand into the sounds
of the clock ticking on the
wall and the dripping of the
I'm surprised I haven't been driven
But my sanity is only around
because of the thoughts of those
nights when you were here singing
dreams inside my head.
Even with coffee in the afternoon
I was always able to fall asleep,
in your arms at least.
Is that too corny?
I guess that's why you left me.
Insomnia isn't the only gift
you left behind though.
(you're so thoughtful)
The need to feel your touch
still bristles my nerves
and causes the tiniest twitch
in my hand.
But don't worry, I just tell
everyone I was diagnosed with
The look on their faces reminds
me that my need to lie also
comes from you.
Seems you only left your
bad habits behind and took
all my good ones.
I guess I should feel angry
that you stole my humane
side, but I'm too insane to even
So I'll continue to listen to the drips
and the ticks all night long while
Mommy and DaddyMommy, Daddy, are you okay?Mommy and Daddy2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
You haven't talked at all today.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're really starting to hurt me.
All you do is scream and fight,
and I hear it all throughout the night.
Sometimes I think my eyes will run dry,
yet whenever I do, I just continue to cry.
"She doesn't care about any of this, she'll be fine by tomorrow!"
Daddy, you don't know how much your words fill me with sorrow.
"Can't you just be civilized?! Stop acting like a child, and apologize right now!"
Mommy, please don't make this worse, or I'll run outside and hide in the snow.
Mommy, Daddy, I wish you would just stop everything and be happy again.
I'm hiding under the blankets, writing these words down with a pen.
Mommy, Daddy, can't you see?
You're tearing my heart into one, two, three.
A piece for each of us, a piece of my heart,
the beating has stopped before it could start.
Two sections I wish I could install into both of you,
yet I'm afraid I have not yet found the proper glue.
"It isn't your
If you give in, they winIf you give in, they win:If you give in, they win2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
There ain't no one in the world who can decide your limit,
Cause if you're playing this game, then you're playin' to win it.
I don't believe in the words of the hopeless and dry;
These wings are born full of freedom and they're achin' to fly.
I don't care if the world gives me scars on my back,
Cause I will wear them with pride over a suit that is black.
I am the heaven and the hell and I'll make you believe it;
I am an angel and a demon and I swear that you'll feel it.
Cause I ain't never gonna give in - never say die.
Until the moment that I am ash I will always have tried.
Until the very last minute, when the skies are grey,
You see it raining black lightning but I'll never go astray.
Because the path is before me; it's laden with dirt,
But I will trudge across the mud to the heart of the earth.
I am the core of what makes you; the drill that'll breakthrough,
So follow if you feel me cause I'm comin' right at you.
Your attitudes are made from a bo
boys who love their grandmothersnever fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.boys who love their grandmothers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he will be too gentle with your lips,
too sincere when he whispers blessings into your ears
pleading that he doesn't deserve you.
his tongue will not slither between your teeth.
instead, the heat of his mouth will melt your scar tissue
until there is no trace of your travels.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he knows patience.
you will try to convince him
that it is one of the many virtues
you don't yet possess,
but he will dig through the flesh in your ribcage
until he finds it lodged beneath everything
you're too scared to confess.
he will teach you forgiveness, remind you that you are not a mistake.
he will wipe the trails of tears that always seem to decorate your cheeks
and replace them with rose petals, saying that he chose the color red
to match the passion he knows flows through your veins.
never fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.
he will trace the freckles on your skin
These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...These Hands Are So Red...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
These hands are now red and so slicked with this blood,
I can't even wash it in a basin of mud...
As I scrape at the skin of those demons I chase,
I am left with a smile mixed with pain on my face.
Since I swore I would savour this blatant disgrace,
Let perversion be writ in these scars I will trace.
From the tip of my shoulders to the base of my tongue,
Are the names of those sleepers so cold and so young...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th March 2013
The Royal Protector.It wasn't just affection he had for her.The Royal Protector.2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Corvo became the Royal Protector when the Empress turned 13 (even then people thought her stubborn for taking a whole year to choose her bodyguard.) Young man, boy really, from Serkonos, only few years older at age seventeen,was 'given' to the soon-to-be-empress to show the good will and approval of the isles (and the pirates, let no one lie to you) when she was visiting the city of Karnaca on her first royal voyage. To the young lady the guard was no more than a watchdog, meant to intrude on her life. To Corvo, it was the only thing he was trained for. And he was trained in many things.
The public and nobility, as they tend to, instantly put the two as lovers once the young princes refused her first fiance arrangement. Corvo did not care much for rumors, insisting to stand in front of his lady's door no matter what 'people' said. (In one of her outbursts, Jessamine broke her guard's nose when she slammed the door right in his ever passive face
Greedy, selfish meI want to be a writer,Greedy, selfish me1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I want to be a singer,
I want to hit acid, any time I want.
I want to be a lover,
I want to be a carer,
I want to feel your skin, any time I want.
I want to be a wanderer,
I want to be a rogue,
I want to go wherever, any time I want.
I want to be a bug,
I want to be a moth,
I want to reach the light, any time I want.
Allen Ginsberg Sings the BluesAmerica has been dying for years. It is dead,Allen Ginsberg Sings the Blues4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our eulogies are written on time delay: please
don't release this condemnation until one hundred
years after X. In 1974 Allen Ginsberg drew the bell
that did the death knells and sat still for twenty
more years until His hands were so numb, puddles
of sweat forming from thighs and chest and forearm.
A bead off the tip of a nose, a spell of water saying:
I am the bleak house of the corner drug store,
windows shut like storm torn branches.
I am the beer bottle in the creek that runs through
the back of the middle school, the one your kids
poke at instead of doing their field exercises.
I was a gay man or not or thought of myself as one
and they will tell stories about the stories that were told
for years. Those years are detailed and those details
are torn off and thrown into fires because
only the brilliant men get their own words to speak
the displeasures of every moment in which we are not
being served a dream wort
NecromancyShe thinks there are nebulaeNecromancy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the rough of my gutter bones,
some stargazing sanctuary
for lonely outcasts to lay their heads.
I am but a car crash,
& red inked corrections
on crosshatched skin.
Made up of moans,
the clutching of bedsheets;
I am contemplating
ripping my ribs apart
I never had a heart at all.
But my moon shy love;
she is determined
to try & wake the dead.
I'd be LyingI'd be lying if I saidI'd be Lying4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that your eyes were brighter
than the stars.
Stars are made of
exploding gas that emits
their bright color.
Your eyes are made
of murky brown
and emit nothing
I'd be lying if I said
that every time you kiss me
butterflies fly in my stomach.
If there were butterflies
then every time you kiss me
my stomach would clench
and kill those butterflies
in one fatal swoop.
I'd be lying if I said
that your touch sent
shivers down my spine.
Your touch makes my skin crawl
and the only thing that makes me shiver
is my own heart cracking
under the ice pick you
I'd be lying if I said
that our relationship is made
Cliches are only meant for
those who are truly in love.
i'm not an artistwe do not belong in boxesi'm not an artist2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and bags and books or
and we do not sit contently
in wordsworth and shakespeare
and blake, burns, and brownings
or in the cold stiff bones
of raleigh's of long ago;
detect, and re-select
a virus--a disease,
a germ in every verse and line;
the first signs of
foolish waitings under
bridges and scolding parents
and nothing to signify at all
we are the blood of nations
and the heart of men
and the love of every
rhetorist and sentimist
we dance through the ballrooms of
the age and chat with
we shake hands with heros
and the homeless, dirty
type that gum over 'hello's
we are and aren't and will be
silly verse and
naive philosophers and sweet oxymorons
waving hello from the shore;
forever onward and never ending
like the stars in an
And all I ever wantedAnd all I ever wanted was for you to kissAnd all I ever wanted4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
me under the stars with our steaming coffee
cups resting peacefully besides our unclothed
And all I ever wanted was to watch Sixteen
Candles wrapped up in your skinny arms and
count all the freckles running up them.
And all I ever wanted was to fall into your
arms after slipping on the classical banana peel
that a monkey had thrown at my feet at the zoo.
And all I ever wanted was to breathe on the frosted
window panes of Christmas morning and write exactly
how I felt about you before the words disappeared
And all I ever wanted was to receive a heart-shaped
box filled with pictures of us on Valentine's Day.
And all I ever wanted was to walk along the muddy
banks of the river and watch you fall head first into
the warm water while I laughed myself to death, only
to have your kiss miraculously resurrect me.
And all I ever wanted was to lay in bed with you
and watch the ghost of your eyes forever changing
with emotions displayed