Head WoundThe world at large spins and soars around the sunHead Wound1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s all red to me, peering at it beneath a bloody rag
I drove my bicycle into a brick wall today
Strange things leaked from the cracks in my skull
Tiny spider-monsters, oven cleaner, crumpled pages
Ashes and diamonds, pieces of eight, stardust, milk
I lay behind a dumpster leaking for years and years
Below the ‘No Exit’ neon sign, before it was replaced
With a Wal-Mart, where I was a Valued Customer
They bandaged me up, gave me a shot of morphine
And one of those little carts so I could continue shopping
I bought a gun
I Belong To You I hate rain. Not really, I love it. Just not when the most beautiful, perfect, wonderful, perfect, comfortable, waterproof, perfect coat in existence has been savagely butchered by my so-called friend’s Dalmatian. Every slap of rain on my naked arms is a stinging reminder of the irreparable hole in my wardrobe.I Belong To You2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Some people might try to fill the void with lesser coats but I can’t bring myself to betray Valentino, even after her death. Instead my slippery arms grapple with each other in wet shock as I stumble to the op shop, clinging to one last thread of hope. I know in my deadened heart that I’ll never have another coat like her. Yet here I am, blundering through the elements in my vain search for the acceptance and warmth I found wrapped in Valentino’s woollen sleeves.
Thud. My body slams into the door, making the ‘open’ sign quiver and the bells tinkle in offense. I fight for entry, the door’s assault doubled by the stale funk of
The seaThe seaThe sea1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is in me
It’s in my tears
It’s in my blood
The sea is calling me
I hear its voice, the rushing waves
That break the sandy beach
The broken sand
Falls from my hands
I hear you whisper
As the sea calls
And the gulls cry
Is the sea in you?
As it is in me?
Do we share its company?
Is it in your heart?
I see it, a glowing light in your dark soul
Filled with sadness and heartbreak
It calms you
As it does to me
You and me
And will be
Edwin's journal part nine.Extract from the journal of Edwin Valentine.Edwin's journal part nine.1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I should have died today.
I know I should have died, I went ahead to scout and there they were, abyssal creatures hundreds of creatures corrupted by the abyss and they captured me alive. I cannot believe that, I have difficulty believing they would do that and it happened to me. The Abyss is simply a force of nature the constant devourer that will attempt to hunt and eat every one of my kind. And yet it spared me. It wanted to know something, something I did not know, but I did know one thing if I told them of my ignorance I would die so I talked and talked telling them everything of no importance while I attempted to think of a way out.
After a few hours of this William and Kriana came to my rescue, no time have I ever been so happy to see anyone. William did almost kill me with a firestorm he dropped on the abyssal creatures, burned up my back something terrible. I am rapidly running out of serviceable clothes.
After we returned to camp an
removedi feel separateremoved1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
to time and place
from others -
i am not lost
i always know where i am, i am
painfully aware of that
When the Sun meets the Moon 5When the Sun meets the Moon 53 years ago in Romance More Like This
When the Sun meets the Moon...
Told in Solé's POV:
"Hey..." Luno poked me in my belly. "Are you awake?" I groaned a little. "Solé..."
"...What?" I mumbled with my eyes closed.
"Never mind..." He said. "Yeah, well... Food's here..." I opened my eyes when I realized I actually was hungry. Luno smiled and shoved a bowl with Pokemon food to me. He stared at me as I started eating, Luno watching me. After a while I couldn't stand it anymore.
"...You know..." I carefully started. "...It's kind of hard to eat when there's someone looking at you all the time..." Luno blushed and looked away a little.
"S-Sorry..." I instantly felt bad.
"No... I-I didn't mean it that way!" I laid my paw on his. He looked back and smiled slightly.
"Ok..." I felt my cheeks becoming a little red. What was wrong with me? I turned my head away, afraid he'd see my blush. I tried to look a little through the corners of my eye. Luno looked to a total different direction.
Love Reaps part 6Love Reaps part 64 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"If only I could always travel that way," Daemon murmured to himself, straightening his shirt and jacket. "Just need to wait for " At that moment I landed on his back, sending him face first into the ground.
"Um are you alright?" I asked sheepishly, blushing violently. Sitting on his strong, yet comfy back.
"Once you get off me, yes!" he exclaimed, turning his head, showing the dirt that was smudged over his face. I crawled off his luxurious back. He stood up and straightened himself again. "You could have stuck the landing?"
"Well tell that to Randy, who pushed me in or well down," I replied irritably, thinking about that sharp nosed freak.
"He may not seem the best," he said, brushing the dust off his sleek leather jacket. "But he's absolutely loyal, and does everything he's ever been ask. I know this, cause I've worked with that Randy for years." I sighed.
"I never said he wasn't, I just dislike him," I said snootily, he just simply rolled his purplish eyes. "By the w
A-22A Raider SpecificationsA-22A Raider Specifications2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
A-22A Raider (LOSA)
A-22A Raider or LOSA (Low Observable Strike Aircraft) is a stealthy land or carrier based attack aircraft. It is tail-less design powered by twin afterburning turbofans and a two-man crew. It is designed for both high and low altitude penetration of enemy air space to provide CAS, Wild Weasel, and rapid strike missions carrying a variety of air-to-surface munitions.
The basic design of the Raider allows for excellent maneuverability at all airspeeds, and provides excellent low speed handling, such as an approach to an aircraft carrier. It utilizes 2 dimensional (pitch axis) thrust vectoring nozzles and P&W F119-100 low-bypass turbofans like that of the F-22A Raptor.
The Raider also uses many other technologies developed for both the F-22A and F-35A such as the AN/APG-81 AESA radar, EOTS, HMD, and numerous other systems.
Dimensions & Capacities:
An Atheist mayAn Atheist may seem like they've simply given up on life.An Atheist may5 years ago in Open More Like This
But in truth, they are the ones who are living life to the fullest.
They do not think that there is an after life
where we can frolic and dance for eternity.
They believe that the life they live right now, is the only
life they have, and the only life they will ever have.
They treasure life more then anyone.
They care about others not because they were
told that it is the right thing to do, but because
they feel that it is the right thing to do.
The SacramentNo longer responds to my messages, nor my calls...The Sacrament7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every day hanging by a thread is my hope...
I never believe to lose my heart this way for someone else…
Now I wonder why suddenly she no longer wanted me. Why my life went empty. Why nobody answer my questions...
Nothing left without her...
Live without living in me and the hope for life is so high, that I die, because I do not die...
One day I dreamed a love like no one could ever dream it, some love it was all life, all poetry.
And the winter passed and did not come, and the spring also passed, and neither came.
I'll stop calling the Moon by your name. Maybe knows, that I died in your mouth.
You have killed more than ten times and I have been reborn in other: your eyes.
Happy images of the woman fill my confused mind.
My heart lets himself go, and for the first time is quiet. And I smile at the naive girl.
About the beauty of the night, the immortality of the spirit, the stupid of the diurnal world, the black magic, his desire
The Story of TwoStories, oh so many stories!The Story of Two3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They tell of pain and misery.
These stories of a tortured girl
With horrid memories.
Pain of a broken heart,
As she's left alone in the dark...
The pieces scattered everywhere
When she found there was no spark.
Haunted by her memories by day,
And horrifying dreams at night...
Tears stream down her face
With the pain she cannot fight.
So many people doubted her
And always saw nothing,
But in all reality...
In this girl was something.
This girl had a soul of silver,
A heart made of gold.
Great strength and determination,
A personality so bold.
She refused to give up,
Kept success in sight...
She would not back down,
Wouldn't give in without a fight.
This girl is more than nothing,
More than anyone could see.
She's got so much potential,
So much she could be.
Yet no one understands,
No one wanted to believe.
Except one young man
With his heart on his sleeve.
He saw everything in her,
The agonies of her past...
He saw a horrifying life
In which many would not l
19 Ways To Annoy L19 Ways To Annoy L3 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Say nope after everything he says
2. Stare at him
3. Play with his hair while he's trying to think (me: gladly)
4. Copy everything he does
5. Ask him if he knows what sunlight is
6. If he says yes, yell LIES!!!
7. Put black eyeshadow under your eyes and run around saying "Look at me! I'm L! GIVE ME CAKE!!!"
8. When he takes a bite of cake say "Nom nom nom..."
9. When he says something smart, pat him on the head and say "Good kitty. Here's a treat for you."
10. Eat all the strawberries off of his cakes
11. Show him this* :,(
12. When he asks you for candy, give him a carrot
13. Ask him how he's not 500 pounds by now
14. Tell him he can't catch Kira
15. Glomp him (me: I'd love to)
16. Laugh at everything he says
17. Put socks on him while he sleeps (if he ever does sleep)
18. Eat all of his sweets
19. Blow up the cake factory
Goodbyedo you remember?Goodbye7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
you and me holding hands, so in love at the start..
you and me in the wind on a swing at the park..
on my knee with a ring, oh we hugged and we smiled..
life was good; now it's great, or was I just in denial?
'cause we fought, then we cried; and we broke, then we lied..
now you're gone and I'm lost feeling so weak inside..
so I ask: could we be — after all we have seen —
still in love, yet broke up; somewhere trapped in between?
I don't know, you're still gone; time has passed, nights are long..
here's to you — here's goodbye — as to you I gift this song..
Diamond GirlI’m looking for aDiamond Girl2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
one all will perceive
Not without blemish,
but on par-
just seeming perfect
Oh, diamond girl
lost in the darkness-
prove to the world
your fabled toughness!
I’m looking for a
Not without a scar,
Oh, diamond girl
drowning in our hate-
prove to the world
we determine fate!
I’m looking for a
an excitement to
We’re frozen like a
static values I
Oh, diamond girl
with knowledge of love-
prove to the world
how to rise above!
Life As Paper...You’re burned crisp at the edges,Life As Paper...1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
tossed carelessly down to Earth’s residing floor.
Kicked and quickly crumbling, you’re pushed along the surface
or washed up on the shore.
Your lines fading, blurring out,
your tattered edges worn.
You’re thrown and tossed and burned and crumpled,
fearful as you’re torn.
Your lines and edges ripped and soiled,
folded and inevitably bashed,
Your margins, boundaries, clearly coiled,
an appearance so unmatched.
A life meant for others, a worthless ending taper,
feeling imperfection, but this is just life as paper.
The Grimoire: Fragments pt2.The Republic of Venice, 1616The Grimoire: Fragments pt2.1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Reinhardt was sketching out a circle on the floor of his lodgings, the symbols were a combination of several languages from Latin, to Greek and Arabic. His apprentice Johannes leaned against a wall watching,
“What are we calling up Master?”
“You in a manner of speaking my boy.” Reinhardt smiled to himself. “Today you will no longer be my apprentice.”
“You mean?” Johannes pushed himself off of the wall looking excited. “You’re taking off the restrictions.”
“That’s right from now on you will be your own man, under your own power and your only limit is what you set for yourself.”
“Thank you Master.” Johannes bowed his head.
“Think nothing of it. Get into the circle and we shall begin.” Johannes did as he was told and waited for his Master to fetch his staff. It had changed a few times over the years from a simple hiking staff to a more ornate staff, suit
Warriors: Heart of Winter - Chapter 1Chapter 1Warriors: Heart of Winter - Chapter 11 year ago in Settings More Like This
A snow shower pelted the landscape of the forest during moon-high. A howling wind blew through the trees, which carried some snowflakes with it. The tree’s branches shook, and the pine tree’s needles swayed. It was leaf-bare, the cruelest part of the year. However, in the Deerclan camp, a miracle was happening.
“Eaglepaw, grab one of the sticks by the entrance while I feel Specklefang’s stomach!” ordered Dreamleaf. Her young apprentice then ran to the entrance of the nursery and grabbed one of the snow covered branches in his jaws. He brought it over and gave it to Spottedfang, whom held it in her mouth. Dreamleaf then placed her white paw onto the gray she-cat’s stomach.
“There will be two kits, Spottedfang,” the medicine cat meowed. The queen nodded her head before a spasm shook her body. A minute later, a gray she-
Oneshot: Your tearing my heart to pieces"Congratulations Swiftstream you have five healthy kits."Oneshot: Your tearing my heart to pieces2 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
These were the first words the white and grey she-cat processed. Slowly she lifted her head to meet the Medicine Cat's gaze. Quietvoice's eyes met her's and they wouldn't look away. Swiftstream dragged her gaze away from the Medicine cat's to the five scraps of fluff that were suckling at her belly. They were perfect. In a rush she felt the fierce pride of a mother as she swept her tail around her kits. Nothing could ruin this moment.
A spotted grey tom loomed over the new mother and her kits. He was so huge that Quietvoice was pressed against the nursery wall. His shadow blocked the light filtering from the den entrance. Out of instinct she wrapped her tail tighter around her kits and raised her head to meet his gaze. When he spoke his voice was smooth as silk.
"Won't you permit a new Father to look at his kits," he asked, and the she-cat felt a shiver down her spine. Out of the corner of her eye she could spot the
My Poor Boyfriend Chap.6My Poor Boyfriend Chap.62 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I raced towards the Hokages Tower determined to find out what happened to my dear Naruto. Barging into her office, she looked up at me in surprise.
"Sasuke? What's happened? Why the big rush?" She asked a little shocked. She stood up and posed the way she always does and I glared.
"I want you to tell me who was on that mission with Naruto! Right now!" I growled at her, wanting an answer right there and now. Tsunade sighed and sat back down.
"I don't think anyone went with him Sasuke. Hakate has the report, ask him. But Sasuke, don't be angry at his response." Tsunade looked down and continued with her work. I stood there like a gaping fish for about one minute before I ran off to Kakashi Sensei's place.
Sensei's place wasn't too far away, so I was able to get there within minutes. I bashed my fist against his door. No answer. I tried again before losing my patience and kicked the door in.
"Kakashi! Where's the damn report!" I ran in there but quickly walked back out again. Apparently K
The Grimoire: Bram's Recollections.The most vivid experience about being a ghost is that you remember nothing until you are reminded. Of course you know certain fundamental facts. Such as when I was born, where I was born, my name and possibly the most potent memory is that of my death.The Grimoire: Bram's Recollections.1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I shan’t bore you with my early years but know that I was born to a mother and father who loved me. They knew from a young age that I was something different. At the age of eleven I learned I was a wizard, or would be if I trained. Of course then, that was a sin against god and I would have been branded a heathen or something. My Master found me and took me under his wing. Those are the facts of my early life.
I was taught how to read, not only my native tongue but several others, both living and dead. I learned my experience. My Master not only taught me magic he taught me a trade. He showed me the sword; he taught me how to draw and a number of assorted skills. When I asked him why he simply said;
“My boy a man is not defin