The Song of ArdorThe Song of Ardor2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Masking a true being
Playing by their rules
Facing the truthful lies
Shading own thoughts
Waiting to be gone
Living upon restrictions
Restricting time, money, emotions, thoughts, life itself
Throwing my emotions all around
Falling in dreams about him
Streaking across torn pages
Chasing thoughts of departure
Wondering if I should just fade away.
Bio: Cadman HumBahl Ruari O'CulmoreBio: Cadman HumBahl Ruari O'Culmore1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Cadman HumBahl Ruari O'Culmore
Meaning of their full name:
Defender of the Cade, Well-liked giant-warrior, Red ruler of Culmore
Pronunciation of their name:
KAD-man HUM-BALL RO-ree of CULL-more
What does the character think of their name?
Names are very important in their culture. They reflect what kind of person you are and should be and reveals where you come from and who are your family. Meaning and symbolism of names are very important. He is very proud of his names and his heritage.
Why did their parents name them this?:
Family is warrior based so it's kind of a given.
Mother names her children after their third birthday, a tradition in their tribe. Cadman's final name was given to him by the oldest primal clan: Barrel Cade Tribe for protecting them, since there is only six of them left; it was an honor.
Father's name and where he hails from makes up their last names.
Why did you, their creator name them this?:
Smile, Not.A girl I don't even rememberSmile, Not.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because now the faces blur together.
"It's been so long!"
She smiles happily.
And I smile back,
"Yeah, I missed you so much!"
Because that's what
She expects right?
I know she just wants
To talk to me, because
There's no one else.
"So how you've been?
I went out with my friends
This weekend, and we had So much Fun!"
"That's great! I didn't go
But that's alright, because then
No one will ask me why...
"Awww. That sucks."
She tilts her head
And smiles pityingly as if to say
I don't want anyone's sympathy,
I don't need anyone's pity
Why does it matter if you don't understand?
"Maybe you can go with
The girls and I this weekend!
It'll be fun! We're going to..."
Somewhere "perfect" right?
Somewhere where you'll forget me right?
Somewhere I'll never fit in.
"Of course! That sounds great,
I'll try to make it!"
letter from helli wake up from my eternal restletter from hell3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
at the foot of God
'What have you done Chelsie?'
He asks, disappointed
i look down at my wrists
deep slices exposed for everyone to see
'You have taken your own life.'
i look back at God pleading
'You are not allowed in My kingdom.'
'God, no. Please!'
i beg as i bow at His feet
'I'm sorry Chelsie. You must go.'
if one person just cared enough to help me
they could have stopped me
if one person just cared enough to realize
they could have helped me
if one person just cared enough to opened their eyes
they could have seen were i was headed
if anyone just cares enough to read this letter from hell
they could at least save themselves
ListenIn the haste of watching,Listen7 months ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Of their becomings.
Roses are RedRoses are Red2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She sits and she waits, waiting to show her true form
She tickles her small dome of magenta, eager to breathe fresh air
She finally sees a hole, peering out to her family
She starts stretching, a glow warming her, and she parts
Her bloomers are white, and fade to a glorious pink.
The edges are frayed in cerise and her face coated in gold
As the days lead on, the nights shivering down to her stalk
She stands tall, her spine keeping her head high
As she ages golden spots reside on her dress from her tears,
she wilts in despair, wishing to be held close
as she crumbles to the ground in fear
lost with her sisters.
Mapleshade's Revenge EpilogueMany seasons had passed. Kits were born. Elders had died. Deputies were leaders. Apprentices were warriors. All was calm in the Dark Forest for Mapleshade. Ever since she woke up there the day the dog had killed her she had roamed alone. Silverhawk had died too; the ShadowClan tom was killed by a ThunderClan patrol, and he too walked along in the Dark Forest. Days were lonely. Nights were long. Until, one stormy day, things had changed.Mapleshade's Revenge Epilogue1 year ago in Settings More Like This
Mapleshade was crouched by a pool, staring into it eagerly. There was clearly something that had caught her interest, because Silverhawk had found her and approached her. "What are you looking at?" he hissed.
"Look", Mapleshade growled.
Silverhawk gazed into the pool. There was a pale grey queen with two kits snuggled against her flank. The father of the kits was known by Shellheart, who was the son of Stormbranch's and Honeystep's daughter. But it wasn't Shellheart that had interested Mapleshade; it was one of the kits. "See that tabby kit?" the ginger
Shadowed Pines- Chapter One"Wake up wake up wake up wake up wake up!" A tiny, black kit squeaked at his littermates, nudging them with his paws. "Falconstar's gonna make us apprentices!" The kit said, overjoyed. Two tiny heads looked up as the kit's two siblings woke up.Shadowed Pines- Chapter One1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"What's going on?" one of the two kittens, a golden tabby asked. "I'm cold and tired," he complained to his excited sibling. The other cat, a black-furred she-kit's ears perked up energetically.
"Our apprentice ceremony already?" She asked. "I thought that was tomorrow!"
"It was!" The kit who had woken them said. "Yesterday! C'mon, Beekit!" He said, nudging the golden tabby kit to his feet. "We gotta become apprentices now!"
"But it's so early," Beekit whined weakly, "and Tansyleaf hasn't even woken up yet!" He pointed his small tail toward his golden tabby mother, sleeping soundly, despite the noises the kits were making.
"Don't worry!" the black tom kit said. "We can wake her up!" He offered, sprinting over to Tansyleaf.
colors.red is a power color.colors.5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
red is stoplights, anger. rage.
red is my nose when i cry about my parents.
“women are more attractive to men
when they wear red,” he says once
so you cut yourself
because red is blood
and when he ignores the bandages, you say,
“no. look what i did.
look what i did for you.”
but he doesn’t fall in love with you
red is the scream that
comes out of your mouth.
blue is the veins under your skin and
blue is depression that tells you to slice them
blue is the weeks you spend after him
and blue is the great, wide sky above you,
trying to remind you that the rest of the world
is still waiting.
your brother says he’s looking for the light
at the end of the tunnel
but the world is full of light.
(you would know. we can hardly see the stars
because of it.)
the world is not full of you
so you try.
black is what surrounds him
and black is burns
and you’ve been burned, scalded
so you blend in.
The Love Is Blind ( Hisoka x Smtry ) CAP 2Love Is Blind – Hisoka x Smtry FanficThe Love Is Blind ( Hisoka x Smtry ) CAP 27 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Written by Imoon90 and Edited By Wolfdare
Both boys walked in to Hisoka’s workshop. Hisoka turn on the lights and turn to Smtry.
”Well... We are here!” Hisoka said to Smtry.
Smtry walked into the big room. He stroked his fingers at the big and long tables. It was cold and cool entrusted denvarma day.
He went around and began to feel the fabrics that was lying on the tables. He stopped and felt on a fabric that was a bit fluffy.
”What is this?....” Smtry asked as he was toughing the fabric.
”Oh, well...that my moms dress! Um....she wanted it that fabric for her dress. I'm not who designed it.” Hisoka replied.
”I find it kinda strange to have cloth in this fabric” Smtry laughed.
”Yeah, I know she has a very strange style.” Hisoka chucked.
”Well I see...so she likes the furry style.” Smtry smiled.
Hisoka and Smtry both let out their laughter.
understanding suisidedripunderstanding suiside5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
drop of watter
or drop of blood
what is the real difference
Both are a result of pain
Why does one envoke far more reaction
Can we not see they are the same?
joy or sarrow?
one word two emotions
you don't know other's past
You can't know what people see.
Each of us have a different perspective.
Each programed to connoate different levels of pain
Joy takes a certain level of undoing our conditioning
even in contence,
Do you know meaning?
tis a tail of joy
you are quick to tell me
But for me tis one of sorrow
Three words tell a story, do you listen
not to just one side, but to both sides?
Life is full of joy, but others see more pain.
My Secret AromaMy Secret Aroma2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Drip. Drip. drip.
We sit close together, a woolen blanket draping over our bodies, encasing us in fuzzy warmth. The cool air kissed our pale skin, teasing us to travel back inside and watch T.V.
Drip. Drip. Dribble.
The little driblets of rain softly splatter against the metallic porch roof hanging above us, supported by strong beams at each corner. I shiver as the surrounding trees rustle, and your arm gingerly wraps around my waist, cracked, swollen fingers brushing against my blouse. Smiling, I rest my head in the crook of your neck, reaching over and gripping your hand lightly, pressing tenderly on your calluses as you bend down to kiss my ear.
Dribble. Drip. Drop.
I shift on the wooden bench you bought yesterday at Constens, which was put on sale at least two times. You finger the cloth on my shirt and rest your head against mine, our bodies fitting together perfectly like puzzle pieces.
Drop. Drop. Drip.
In your hand sits a cigarette, a trail of smoke protruding from the end. The
Poems1. Feeling trapped, like a bird in a cage.Poems3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I yearn to get out, to fly off the page.
2. No one loves her, she's left alone.
In her glass ball, her empty dome.
She yearns for a love, a little white dove.
Yet she lies alone, tears in her eyes,
heart beating slow, a metronome.
3.Hopeless souls wander here,
and the dreaded tower is drawing near.
Though no need to fear,
the hero is finally here.
4. Pristine and white,
just like your eyes.
Sparkling and bright,
staying as the night dies.
5. She used to be innocent,
she used to be a friend.
Then corruption came and showed the end.
Delicious was the offer, she just couldn't refuse.
Greedily she grabbed, and changed to lose.
Too late, she saw her mistake, and she knew she fell for the ruse.
6. The dying screams are still in my mind,
and yes, this hollow world is all you will find.
I have been blind this entire time,
as the divined fall for their gilded crimes.
7. We are lost in this hell,
this is it, where we fell.
It's the end, can't you tell?
SuisideA scream stars to rise from my throat,Suiside4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But the blood drowns out the sound.
I try to move,
But im imobilized by the pain.
My body is soaked in blood,
But im as dry as sand on the inside.
I want to call for help,
But I want them to stay away.
I feel so cold,
Yet too warm.
Im dead on the inside,
And alive on the outside.
I dont want to live but...
I dont want to die ethier.
Some PoemsWolfSome Poems5 years ago in Open More Like This
Howl, wolf, howl,
Raise your voice to the sky,
May the hate of this world
Stay away from your eyes.
Cry, wolf, cry,
Feel the air in your lungs,
Can the fire of youth
Burn inside you for long?
Scream, wolf, scream,
For the promises made
Can be broken as easy
As hearts can, these days.
Sing, wolf, sing,
Let your voice surf the sky,
Let your freedom of beast
Be a freedom of mine.
Howl, wolf, howl,
With your heart fierce with love,
Howl for me, wolf.
Howl for this whole world.
I am the eagle, wings spread wide,
Clay-brown feathers, dusting skies,
I am the eyes the night forgot,
The golden talons day has wrought.
I am the tiger, silent grace,
The night divides my sunset face,
Look into these golden eyes,
At my fangs, meet your demise.
I am the field mouse, small and quick,
A little twitter, tiny flick,
Learn alertness from my gaze,
Learn to see your enemys face.
I am the dragonfly, so fast.
A winged blaze, a coloured flash,
Hovering, constantly, over the lake.
A courage, tru
Don't get burnedDon't get burned1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
The winter months were mainly why I had chosen this spot to build Lockwood. That and, it was the only dimension I knew of without any intelligent life to build structures like humans did. Though it was clear I was making sure all of the technology being used wasn't hurting the environment. I was on my back, splayed out in the snow. A small clearing before the lake was here, as the snow flakes drifted down. Like tiny parachute's, a few falling on my cheeks as my hazel eyes drifted over to try and look at them though it strained my eyes. My hand outstretched towards the sky as one of the snow flakes fell on my hand, freezing farther to make a snow flower. I sat up, snow falling off my black shirt as I examined the flower. The tiny frozen water drops glistened, as I could see my breath cover it in wisps. My small fangs sitting there with my mouth open as I let the flower melt and fall onto the ground. The tree's were bare, and everything was cold, but the weather didn't bother
Musical ChairsThree women.Musical Chairs2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
::Surge::::::::::Surge::::::::::Surge::1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Tavros felt another sob rack through his body, clutching the bear tightly as he felt warm salty tears roll down his face. Valentine's day had come around again, and he had been rejected, AGAIN. Every year he would promise himself that he wouldn't fall victim to the silliness known as love but he always found himself still heartbroken and alone each year. Every year it had been someone new, his heart filling with a fragile hope that maybe this year would be his lucky year, that maybe the feelings would be recooperated.
The candies he received from his friends were left untouched as he instead opted to look at the wilting flowers, his heart still shattering from his most recent attempt at love. “I swear I'll never love again! I choose to love you Mr.Scraffy and no one else!”
He gave a bitter laugh, sounding silly as he began to hold the fluffy plush tighter. He had certainly been too old for such toys but he managed to keep Mr. Scraffy. The story behind
Why Miley Cyrus Freakin SUCKSMiley Cyrus. Disney's biggest star since Hilary Duff. Why is she so annoying?Why Miley Cyrus Freakin SUCKS4 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Oh well I don't know .lets see hmm
1. She brought back plaid.
For that alone she should be thrown in jail. Plaid is fashionable for lumber jacks. I don't take fashion advice from sweaty dirty men who haul wood thankyouverymuch. Bringing something into style that is as ugly as plaid is a criminal offence for which she needs to be punished. Because you just KNOW the redneck white trash girls are just SHITTING themselves over this. It's like they found a kindred spirit or something. I can't wait for the camouflage. Because when that day comes, I'll be in another country. Preferably Germany. With the hot guys who have the awesome hair.
2. While on the topic of clothing
Yeah, basically her clothes suck.
And not in a good way people (oh yeah you know what I'm talkin about).
I've maybe seen one shirt that is wearable and even then I personally wouldn't wear it to save my life. I'd