Fragile [SPOILERS]By now, most of the fires had died down. GLaDOS, true to her word, had fixed every remaining problem in the facility in a matter of moments. The only thing left to do, really, was cleaning up the mess that the moron left behind, and feel grateful that he wouldn't be causing it again where he was now. Still, he'd managed to twist the place around in such remarkable ways that she began to wonder if he did it on purpose at a last laugh. It seemed like something he would do, that little imbecilic metal ball...Fragile [SPOILERS]4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
She reveled in her anger at the thought. Oh, how good it felt to have outbursts of frustration without shorting out. What a strange thing to miss. Nevertheless, she did miss it. Being stuck in a potato with only your basic programming and a slow-clap processor was incredibly depressing at times, not to mention dull.
Fires and piles of rubble weren't the only messes that needed tending to, however. GLaDOS still had her test subject to deal with. After dragging h
Portal 2 - Nine Times NinePortal 2 - Nine Times Nine4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It’s been a long time.
At least, you have your sheets – a gentle shield against the days that pass, far away, in the outer world. Aperture is your home, the room is your oblivion. You could stay here forever, peacefully resting, if it weren’t for her.
The memory of her breaks the order of your sleep, and drives you into madness. From the state you are in, you could never imagine that, without her, Aperture is falling to its destruction.
She is busy seeing you, thinking of you, in her haunted backup system. You cannot guess – you just sleep, running all along your visions, and watch.
On a regular basis, the quiet black screen in your mind leaves room to colour. You find yourself in a dark grey room, which you are sure to have seen somewhere, somehow, in a different time of this world. You assume you have been there before, even though you have no clue what is going to happen – all you know is that she is there, and you aren’t going to lose
Sad Little GirlSad Little GirlSad Little Girl8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A heaven built from pain,
Nightmares begotten from lies.
A girl that struggles to stay sane,
Thus our story will begin from a mere vice.
Forgotten by everyone and damned for life,
She seeks out her sanctuary with her little knife.
Unwanted and cursed with rejection,
Shes entranced into her rapture to escape the tension.
Crying tears filled with disdain,
She cowers in a corner helpless, in vain.
The darkness obscure her watery eyes,
And painfully wraps her like a shield from their lies.
Like mephitic needles, they stab her heart.
Unfortunate and unknown, they leave a mark,
A mark of pain and sorrow,
And dark skies for tomorrow.
The collision of the knife against her skin,
Her happiness in her haven is turning into sin.
On the edge of her life, she feels alive,
At eleven in the evening, her bliss revives.
At eleven in the evening, she escapes reality,
At eleven four, she invades her baneful city.
At eleven ten, she cuts without pity.
And until mid
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,Storybook Ending3 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 Ice3 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/?)3 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
Summer's EndLong relaxing daysSummer's End6 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
Allen Ginsberg Sings the BluesAmerica has been dying for years. It is dead,Allen Ginsberg Sings the Blues5 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
boys who love their grandmothersnever fall in love with a boy who loves his grandmother.boys who love their grandmothers3 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
PhoenixPhönixPhoenix7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ich bin die lebende Flamme,
Feuerflügel am Himmel,
mein Name bedeutet Regeneration,
mein Zeichen setze ich mit der Asche zu der ich zerfalle,
mein Leben widme ich dem Neuanfang.
Ich sterbe um wieder geboren zu werden,
entstehe neu aus meinem Zeichen,
Leben für Leben,
denn ich bin das Feuer des Todes.
Doch ich bin dennoch mit Leben gesegnet,
mit der Gabe der Heilung,
denn meine Tränen sind Leben,
ich bin das Sinnbild des Lebens nach dem Tod
und mein Name ist Phönix...
You've Endured So Many Storms That You Became OneYou have endured so many storms that you became one.You've Endured So Many Storms That You Became One2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your mother was a tsunami.
Her emotions came in waves
and crashed down on you like
“this is all your fault”.
Her high-tide flooded your basement.
There’s water damage in your roots.
She taught you how to swim when you were five years old,
but somehow you’ve been drowning for seventeen years.
You once told me that you hid all the knives in your house
so that the waves wouldn’t carry them away.
Your father was a thunderstorm.
His voice shook your house so much,
I could have almost sworn that you lived by train tracks.
His thought clouds
generated enough electricity to light up your neighborhood.
When his lightning cracked you’d count
to see how far away his hand was from your face
before the friction in his bones was too much for him to bear.
You have endured so many storms that you became one.
You are an earthquake,
and my heart is your San Andreas Fault
PewDieCry: I Did It For You"I don't want to die, Cry" Felix whispered, voice shaking as tears began to stream down his cheeks. He couldn't believe what it had come down to; Him pointing a gun at his best friend, and his friend pointing one at him. "So " Cry's sentence trailed off, tears rolling off the bottom of his cracked and bloody mask. Both their guns trembled from the unsteadiness of their hands, fingers apprehensively wrapped around the trigger, waiting.PewDieCry: I Did It For You3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"H-how did it get like this Cry?" Felix asked, a lump burning in his throat. "I .I don't know, but we have to end this " Cry sighed softly, lowering his gun slightly. Felix flinched at the movement and tensed up, but didn't shoot.
"I'm not going to kill you " Cry said somberly, "If it takes one of us dying to make things right again Then I'll die "
Felix was stunned, tears burning his eyes, "I can't kill you Cry " He managed to choke out through the pain in his throat. Cry just let out a soft, half hearted laugh.
I'd be LyingI'd be lying if I saidI'd be Lying6 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.
RainRain3 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
MomentsRemember that time we sat on the bench together, waiting for the bus? You were quiet, like you always were, and I thought nothing of it. But then you turned to me, an unreadable look in your eyes, and you asked me what I liked most about life. I just stared at you, unsure how to answer. You seemed to take my silence as something bad.Moments2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Never mind,” You mumbled. “It was a stupid question.”
“No, no.” I hurried to assure you. “I was just thinking. What I like best about life would probably be all the little moments that happen that end up meaning so much and all the people you meet along the way.” I shrugged and you hummed, turning back to face forward.
You didn’t come to the bus stop the next day.
Remember that hot summer day, the one when it was too hot to even think? I was complaining about how much I was sweating, and you were, as usual, responding with noncommittal noises. The bus was running late that day, and I was cursing every
The Shades Of My EyesThe Shades Of My Eyes3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Shades Of My Eyes
Treading along a path of healing
Within an aura of rejuvenation
Restore the strongest force of life
Renew these weakening limits of mine
Devotion has no means to an end
There is only hope and strength to be lent
Just like the void called the sky
Even the clouds don't hinder sight
A storm could be brewing
And lightning could be striking
But there is no fear dwelling
Only a calm, tranquil feeling
A rarity itself
An enigma that stands out
A peace that transcends
An energy that ascends
A strong person who is still only human
An outcome of living within the moment
Like a stunning sunrise
Shunning out an ominous evening night
Piercing through that unending blanket of darkness
To see the light of day again, it tells me that I've made it
The sun rays hit and land
And starts to melt the doubt from my hands
The will to endure
The wisdom to acquire
There are no word
ArrivalSlice through the eggs from pages unturned, rot in their casings from ancients' curse.Arrival3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Breathe forth the magnetism of elegant damnation; thou shall never appreciate the preparation learnt.
Past years of initiation with bloodied clocks of telepathy, to forgive is not normality, it is only pure sympathy.
Of the births chosen to bind neatly, thou has defied their acquaintance; casted out into voids, never born to become famous.
But thou shall rule misguided waves of tremendous disfiguration, to separate and strengthen them; an immense preparation.
For the war is approaching, riding past the eyes of all, thou shall see the dead mist; I shall rule over all.