Queen of HypocrisyVixen, vixen, pretty little vixen. Why you be vexin'? You think you're so stunning, you think you're so mighty,Queen of Hypocrisy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you think you're so clever, but really you're so naughty.
With coat as red as flame, and the visage of friendly appeal, you draw people in close
just so you could make them burn and kneel. Why, vixen, why are you so mean?
Do you really think so low of yourself you have to demean?
You speak philosophically, you speak like a sage, but your words are lies woven by the deranged.
You're modest upon sight, I'll give you that, but once people think they know you,
you strike and bite. You can't stand to be questioned, you have to be right,
you think you're only speaking your mind, but really you grind.
Shut up, pretty little vixen, keep your tongue inside your mouth where it belongs.
Because unlike in your mind's eye, your words aren't powerful and all knowing. It's nonsense mixed with hypocrisy,
something you claim to loathe. Well, my dear, you do it the most.
You state proudly how
::TFA:: It's Just a DreamTHUNDERSTAAAAAR!!! Sentinel Prime bellowed through the HQ. The young white and blue sparkling came rushing in on her guardians demand. She stood at attention and saluted him.::TFA:: It's Just a Dream6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Yes, Sentinel Prime, sir? she asked, worry hidden in her optics.
13 second, he said, referring to the time it took for her to get there. Not good enough! I could have been melted down and sold as spare parts to Megatron by now!
THERE ARE NO BUTS IN WAR! he yelled at the little bot, making her cringe.
Cool your jets, Prime! Jazz said, putting his hands on the sparklings shoulders. Bright Eyes here is just a kid.
Shes Ultra Magnus kid! the noisy Prime boomed. She needs to learn to follow orders and be quicker when called upon!
Thunderstar wriggled free of Jazzs hands and ran out of the room in tears. He didnt understand, he never did. She
Lena InterviewLena Interview3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Interviewer: Hello folks! Today we're here with one of WWE's most popular Diva's of today. A former VS Angel: Lena! Lena, thank you for taking the time to answer some questions today.
Lena: Its my pleasure.
I: Alright. So first question: Do you love to cook?
L: I adore cooking. Its a lot of fun! It actually helps me relax and its my favorite thing to do with Teddy.
I: Well isn't that cute. So, does it frustrate you that some people see you as eye candy?
L: Honestly, it used to piss me off. But now, whenever someone says that, I just mention my accomplishments and they drop it.*smiles*
I: Very good idea. Now, how do you get your hair to look so awesome?
L: *smiles and chuckles* Why thank you! Honestly, I do it myself. When I was modeling, it annoyed me when someone fixed my hair or did my make-up so I swore to do it myself. I took the streaks out of my hair for now since its my face thing and I'm heel now so the bubbliness wouldn't make sense.
I: Well that's neat. Since we mentioned it,
Married to a demon Chapter 14Married to a demon Chapter 142 years ago in Romance More Like This
This was indeed the way you were walking on the boat right now. You tried your best to not gag, but it was so DAMN difficult. You truly, HATED being on a boat. It was your worst nightmare. And a certain jerk who was standing right next to you wasn't helping at all.
“Darling...don't you like the sea?” he asked in a teasing voice.
“Shut. up” you muttered, your face green.
“But look at those waves, don't they look magnificent?”
You stared down. Bad idea. The pain in your stomach quickly returned and you ran inside, followed by a chuckling Sebastian. You leaned on a wall, your breath ragged. Sebastian put a hand on your shoulder, shaking his head with a small smile on his lips.
“Maybe you should get back to your room...You being outside is a really bad idea, after all” he said honestly.
“Yeah, thanks Captain Obvious, you said before walking (
You cannot save me from my lifeI lie face down on the railway tracks.You cannot save me from my life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Screaming out his name.
You say you can save me,
But I am not something you can reclaim.
Discarded needles and empty cans,
Fill my space and steal my time.
They do nothing to take away this pain,
That grates away at my sanity
More and more these days.
Silhouettes of a life long dead,
Dance in the corners of my mind.
Flaunting what could have been,
In front of my cold eyes.
You told me you would be gentle.
You told me you would teach me how to breathe again.
You promised you would save from my pain,
You promised me a life; you told me I could live again.
At first you were a distraction,
An illusion showing I could be repaired.
Though the cracks broke through
And I fell down again.
I lie face down on the railway tracks.
I am waiting on the train.
To come and take me away.
He is calling out my name.
I told you from the start,
My fire was dying out.
I am not something you can reclaim.
You cannot save me
Christian Persecution in the USAA lot of Christians seem to be fond of crying about the oppression they experience in American society. My first response is to laugh, but a lot of these people take themselves very seriously so I feel like I should give them a semi-serious answer to some of the claims I've heard. By "semi-serious", I mean I will include some facts but I will still have a deriding attitude. I can only try so hard. Now usually, I don't like formatting a question-answer session against an imaginary opponent since it seems unfair, but this isn't really an imaginary opponent. All of these statements or questions have been put to me before so, as far as I'm concerned, they are fair game.Christian Persecution in the USA3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
"Christianity is becoming endangered."
Honey, this is America. Christians are the vast majority in this country. A 2007 poll places the percentage at 78.4% Christian . The vast majority of our politicians and even our president identifies as Christian. The fact that people were
Be My MuseNever love a poet.Be My Muse5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everything will mean..
so, so much more to them than it will
Never let a poet love you back.
They'll instill you with so much beauty (with their pen crushed to the paper),
that you'll scarcely recognize yourself in a picture
And you'll hate your reflection in a mirror, after seeing your reflection
in their eyes.
What He NoticedHe noticed that her hair was as blonde as the sun,What He Noticed2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
perfectly brushed, hanging loosely about her shoulders.
He noticed that her lips were as red as crimson,
curled slightly up, in an everlasting smile.
He noticed that her wedding ring glistened in the light,
a band of gold, a reminder of good times past.
He noticed that her eyes were closed as if asleep,
those beautiful blues, the windows to her soul.
But what he noticed most of all was a heart no longer beating,
a chest no longer rising and falling with breath.
"This deafening silence; O to hear her laugh once again!"
As she lay there now in her eternal bedchamber,
her lifeless body as still as the hands of a broken timepiece,
he couldn't help notice, no, he couldn't help but notice...
That his life would never be the same.
Fractured FairytaleOnce upon a time there was a girl that had it allFractured Fairytale3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
With eyes like shining beacons and her body mystical
She walked along a sacred path devoted to the light
Her spoken words and actions served a purely humble plight
But hunger came and wrecked her soul, it disemboweled her
A hunger so relentless that the path became a blur
Her body craving power while her soul still struggled back
Alas, it lost the fight and now her heart was turning black
Day by day and night by night the girl was further gone
Malicious hands and viscious tongue, her morals long foregone
She now had fame and power, so why would she want more?
With record deals and perfect hair, fans knocking down her door
But one day she awoke and heard a whisper in her ear
“This isn't you, you aren't like this, come back to me my dear”
She sat upright and clutched her heart, her mind was turning now
This wasn't her, she hated this, she wanted change but how?
She slowly came to realise that fame destroyed her soul
Elan World (part 3 - A Revelation)Elan World (part 3 - A Revelation)2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Elana was the name you called, is this my former name?
Or this the one 'twas given me, whence to this world I came?"
"Princess Elana is your name, the prophecy was clear.
A scribe with some unknown intent, changed it out of fear."
"Just who are you, O fairest one, please tell me your sweet name?
And what is my true purpose here, and am I free from blame?"
"My dearest child, you know me not? Please harken to my voice.
I've risen from among the dead, I've come to you by choice.
I am the one who gave you life, who brought your soul to birth.
Your dear departed mother, child, who banished you to earth.
With sorrow I regret that deed, I wish to make amends.
I'm hoping you've forgiven me, and that we can be friends."
"I must confess I'm at a loss, these things I can't recall.
My mind is numb, I feel confused, like rain that never falls.
I trust in you, I feel your love, please tell me what to do.
It appears that I belong here, yet everything feels new."
With that the wind began to
The Color of Your EyesThe Color of Your Eyes2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I remember the day we met, a chilly one but fair.
Your hand eased gently into mine, birdsong was in the air.
We walked for what seemed like miles, you whispered to me your name.
I really loved the way you laughed; life was to you, a game.
We spoke intellectually about life, hope, and love.
I wondered if you were an angel, sent down from above.
The sun was brightly shining, with puffy white clouds on high.
But what really got to me that day, was the color of your eyes.
Decades now have passed us by, good times as well as bad.
Many of those days were happy, some of the nights were sad.
Children have come and gone for good, empty nesters we are.
Since then we've spent many a night, naming all the stars.
One thing, though, has never changed, and of this you can be sure.
I wouldn't trade a single day, my love's complete and pure.
And though I've witnessed many laughs, as well as many cries,
Those gentle orbs still get to me, yes... the color of your eyes!
Numbers"You try, Byron. What's five plus seven?"Numbers5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Byron considered. Five and seven probably got along okay. Seven was a jerk, but five was a gutsy little fellow. He smiled. Five could handle seven just fine. Byron liked five. So together
"I am, Miss. It's . . ." Something pretty, but also quite complicated. ". . . twelve!"
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
Child of NewtownThe last time I saw you; your face, etched forever in my memory.Child of Newtown3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Those eyes, so wise, and yet loving. Your laugh, yes that laugh,
how can I ever forget! The memories we shared of good times
(sure, there were tough times too), frolicking in the wood, dancing
in the sand together, always together. You and me, me and you, living and
loving, sharing the best of times.
Will I see you again? Will we sing together again? Your favorite songs,
I know them all, word for word. I could sing them in my sleep, or recite your
favorite stories with one hand tied behind my back. Eating ice cream with you on a warm
summer night; the very best of times! My favorite was vanilla, yours rocky road.
Watching your favorite cartoon with you on Saturday morning; precious! Oh how I miss
you my child, my dear, sweet child. My heart is broken, forever numb.
"Come back to me, please come back."
"Awaken, my child, for the world is brand new.
The birds sing a song, their song is for YOU.
Just Because...June was the month I first met my love,Just Because...3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Upon first sight, a gift from above!
Soft was her voice like that of a dove,
Twas God on our hearts a tapestry wove.
Before a year passed our lives were one,
Ever so many nights we had fun!
Children were planned, before it was done,
Angels were born, two girls and a son.
Ups and downs and soon they were gone,
So here we are, our work is now done;
End of a chapter, and yet we sail on!
Patient - Part 1The locker banged closed and she winced, taking a shallow breath. Her head hurt worse today, a dull throbbing that reverberated in her skull like the ring of a pick striking stone in a vast cave. The roar of conversation in the hall around her didn't help matters either.Patient - Part 13 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She turned and made her way toward her next class as fast as she could to escape the deafening noise, holding her notebooks and textbooks clutched to her chest. Breathing a sigh of relief once the door closed behind her, she chose a seat in the far back, where she could listen but not be distracted and – more importantly – not have to speak.
Not that speaking wasn't a good thing in terms of grades… it was just that speaking meant eyes on her – it meant more stress and more effort. And she just didn't have the energy for it today.
She shook her head, trying to clear it of the uncharacteristic thoughts plaguing her mind, and realized she had made a mistake. With a soft, involuntary moan, she
On Bended KneeOn bended knee he knelt, and asked her for her hand.On Bended Knee2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
She shed a little tear, together they would stand.
They'd build a life as one, he'd love her through the years.
She'd gladly bear his son, he'd help her with her fears.
The years went by so fast, gray hairs and weathered skin.
Yet still their love held fast, they stayed through thick and thin.
Children came and children went, now grand-babes on the way.
They couldn't wait to hold them, nor could they wait to play.
Then one cold winter night, he caught a fevered chill.
She doctored him with love, he took her little pills.
His fever never left, the days grew cold and hard.
She dreamt of days gone by, him working in the yard.
When it seemed that all was lost, and he was near the end,
she got on bended knee, knelt down beside her friend.
She looked up to the heavens, and prayed with all her might.
If only He would hear, then things would be alright.
As she looked into the night, the moon cast such a glow!
The stars were shining bright
Late Night Texts 2D: I feel manly.Late Night Texts 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
S: Not again.
D: I feel really manly.
S: Last time you felt really manly I ended up with a broken nose.
D: Because you aren't manly.
S: You're seriously going to go through this again?
D: I'm manly, Sam. I don't go through anything.
D: I barrel through it at high force.
D: Quiet, Sam! My manly senses are tingling.
S: Dude, you're texting me. You can't actually hear this.
D: STFU. You're feminism is screwing with my manliness.
S: FWD: (audio message enclosed)- with love, Castiel
S: And how does that make Your Manliness feel?
D: Like someone else was screwing with my manliness. I emerged from that battle victorious, just as I shall emerge from this one.
S: Battle?...Dean, what the hell are you doing?
D: Being manly.
S: Dean, stop it. Seriously, what are you doing?
D: I'm being manly, Sam. Aren't you supposed to be the smart one?
S: If you don't answer me, I'm going to set that clip as Bobby's ringtone. Bet he'd love that.
D: FWD: (pic
Lively Slow-DanceSuddenlyLively Slow-Dance4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we find one
pursues, who is
as we move
in step with
You Damaged MeYou Damaged Me2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
your tongue spits out venomous fire
vitriol spews from your lips
your words are a funeral pyre
you gloat, as my shredded heart rips
I was happy in my existence
carefree, fun-loving, and true
you hounded me in your persistence
changed my reds to depressing blues
you've damaged me beyond repairing
I'm broken, abused, and forlorn
this bruised heart is way beyond caring
you crushed my spirit with your scorn
are you happy with your vanity?
are you poised to move on to success?
will you hold on, dear, to your sanity?
carry a mop to clean up your mess?
as for me, the north wind keeps blowing
my days spent in endless despair
the pain, like an ember that's glowing
tell me, oh Delilah, did you ever really care?