My Best FriendLike a current in the oceanMy Best Friend3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you carried me away.
Except that you stood standing on the beach,
While I was being pulled under by the waves.
You said you would never leave me
Like a shark,
You swam strong and straight.
But I was a crab.
useless and could only walk from side to side.
You said you would support me
Like a child,
You laughed and were happy.
I was the tired parent.
I got angry but still loved you.
You said you would be there
Like a sunny day,
You pleased everyone.
I was the ice cream that melted
and disappointed many.
I wanted to be useful
Where did you go? What happened to us?
Why are we so
Bio Hazard summaryBio Hazard summary3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Bio-Hazard is a story about the zombie apocolypse in the future. Here is the summary.
America is on lock down. Nothing can get in, or more importantly, out. In a desperate attempt to save the human race from the far extent of the zombie virus, a group of scientist create Project Stonewall, a group of gentically mutated and advanced children to protect the humans. Now, after 2 years in training, they are finally ready to go out and actually complete their mission. But when an unknown corp called Celestial shows up and tries to eliminate the group, zombies arn't the only important thing they need to worry about. Zombies, battles, evil, good, scientists, love, betrayel, viruses, hate, Bio-Hazard.
PilgrimI'd been alone in the wastes for near ten days when they found me. The building I'd holed-up in might have been a bank, might have been a church; I wasn't going to call it. But its walls were stone-built, and most of them were still standing.Pilgrim1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Meals of tinned mystery-meat, and only-slightly irradiated water had kept me alive as I picked through the detritus. I found little more than empty, rusted tins, and kid's toys that had survived the fallout. That is, until I turned up the device; some relic that still had power. It came alive in my hands, splashing blue light across pitted grey stone and orange rust.
Of course, I was far from the only one interested in that trinket. My first warning was the quake; stones shifted beneath my feet and rusting I-beams groaned overhead. Still, that was more warning than most got, and I wasn't about to waste it. I grabbed my pack and ran.
I burst out of the shaking building, arriving at a cratered street. I didn't stop; the quake was hot on my heels. An
In Need of a Friend~~In Need of a Friend~~In Need of a Friend4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cried today
And no one saw me
Just like yesterday
My heart hurt today
Though I didn't tell anyone
Because they wouldn't really care
To them I'm just scum
I tried once before
To tell all of my friends
Of the things that scarred me
But they didn't have a helping hand to lend
So I locked up all of these emotions
Into a deep dark abyss
And I though I thought I wouldn't care
Those feelings, I now miss
I put on my best smile
And try my best not to cry
But now I know it's pointless
As I take a look up at the sky
I've tried my best to do what I can
I tried my best to make amends
But the words that haunted me finally come out
'All I need is a friend'
The Spoils Of WarThe Spoils Of War2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Spoils Of War
On continents- Wars have been waged
And bad blood as been shed
In countries- Leaders have been made
And some promises were never kept
In towns- Peaceful protests have been planned
It was just another way to fight against
In cities- Raging riots have been started
Because they were fed up with all the bullshit
There are established governments
Who are supposed to be for the people
But they continue to make corrupted investments
It's just a group who exercise and taint their freewill
We have soldiers we praise and soldiers who shock us on the news
Some fight for their nations and some fight with their titles that's abused
We have police officers who serve and protect, but there's also dirty cops
Each one has a reason but some are just in it for the money, which is never enough
There will always be another side! / There is always another face to hide!
Greed is in cahoots with pride! / Envy and wrath devou
The Background Of EvangelionThe Background Of Evangelion10 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I have spent a fair amount of time trying to understand the use of the "Sephirothic Sytem" and I have finally come to terms of it's use and origins.
There isn't a lot of information about it on the internet so this is an exceptional chance for you to know what it is (you never know..... I might come in handy one day)
The Sephirothic Sytem is part of the Jewish culture and religion but it has also links into Christianity and some of you might know that, Christianity is a descendant branch from Jewish religion (Jesus himself was Jewish).
The Sephirothic Sytrem is part of the "Kabbalah" and is in this case a diagram representing 10 circles, each containing a virtue of God (Kindness, Understanding, Loving, Honesty Bravery etc....) Each circle represents a "Sephiroth" (thus it's name "Sephirotic System"), a Planet and a Colour. I will explain later what a "Sephiroth" is. Each circle or Sephiroth is linked to 2 pathways called "Channels". The Circles are set in such a w
Cicadas in the HibiscusThe WastelandCicadas in the Hibiscus2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Planet Earth is dead.
The Biospheres are pristine,
He breaks ships for cash
but has never flown above
the smog and rusting.
They revolve like moons
with a hundred white faces.
Billions look up.
The Garden of Eden
"Let's feed the Earthlings,"
cries a human. She wonders
Extinct flowers bloom.
The day cycle ends and she
watches the dome split.
were renamed by the Founders.
She finds Orion.
The Dark Star
He collects spare parts,
amasses a ship in months,
then learns to pilot.
"There's no need for a
license to kill, kill, kill, kill,
She sees him coming,
but says nothing. The glass
erupts to soundless.
They watch from the ground
and color televisions.
Some cheer. Some sicken.
"And measures have been
taken to ensure no more
Spheres will be damaged."
The borders tighten.
Someone starves in Coal City.
Planet Earth is dead.
My Darkest HourMy Darkest Hour2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My Darkest Hour
I've become lost
In my sundered reflection
I've finally crossed
The line of desperation
I sense something sinister
Something that is beyond cruel
My tears seem to hinder
Ready to break down soon
The darkness is always waiting
To rule / To conquer
To swallow / To devour
To return / To overpower
The shadows are always lurking
As I cry / As I weep
As I beg / As I plead
As I fall / As I grieve
The blinding fear is consuming
My anxiety-infected veins pour
I'm beyond weak
I don't want to be afraid anymore
Let me bleed
This is the only way out
A perfect exit for a coward
No longer am I bound
I couldn't survive my darkest hour
Dark Silver: Chapter XIChapter Eleven: It EndsDark Silver: Chapter XI6 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
David had never been so cold in his life, even with the fur coat and pants that Maiara and Wyanet had made for him. Takoda also made a hat out of a raccoon pellet and Wematin made some slippers. The winter here was even more brutal than it was back at the orphanage. Everyone else, however, seemed to be happy as a clam in this weather. Their fur was so unbelievably thick. In addition, Wyanets and Maiaras coats had turned from having a light shade of gray to pure white.
Since there werent any fires during the day, David would have to find ways to keep himself moving around. Hunting was the best way to stay warm. The animals that he got managed to keep him warmer, but only a little. He would thank God everyday for not catching a cold, let alone pneumonia.
One day while he was walking around camp he saw these two adult Tokala participating in some strange activity. It involved both standing on an individual wooden post sticking out of the ground an
AnchorAn anchor had five minutes in which to reorient themselves. One.Anchor4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I stared at the heavy steel loop around my thumb. My world was a sand castle, constructed by the subconscious in a vain hope that it would stand up on such a treacherous foundation. The ring was an unfamiliar weight and the foundation of my castle started to crumble. I did not remember it. The tide was ebbing in around my mind, whispering that my carefully imagined world was wrong. That it was lies. That the 'when' and the 'where' were pure fancy. I stirred in the nest of wires that poured information through my brain. There was a man with me, his bare back against mine. He, too, was lost.
An anchor's duty was to the pilot and the pilot alone. Not to their employer, not the guild, not even to themselves. Two.
There was an image engraved on the ring, a nautical anchor from the days when man sa
Accidentally in Love - Shrek x Erwin SmithAccidentally in Love - Shrek x Erwin Smith9 months ago in Romance More Like This
Erwin wasn’t entirely sure how he ended up here. One minute he was commanding his Scouting Legion in a battle with the Titans, and the next he was lost in the woods, unable to see anything past the vast foliage that would indicate where his comrades were. He heaved a sigh, slicking his blond tresses back as he continued on the lonely road. The only road that he has ever known. It was like a boulevard of broken dreams.
What seemed like hours – but was likely only a few minutes – had passed, and Erwin saw what looked like a small hut built into a gargantuan tree stump in the distance, surrounded by a swamp. He wasn’t sure who lived there, or if anyone lived there at all, but he would need some shelter for the night before setting off again tomorrow in search of his Scouts. And here was better than nowhere.
He approached the hut with caution, making sure that he would not slip into the repugnant muck that was the wetland. There had been a sign which looked to be ma
autopsyher spine was cracked down the middle,autopsy1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
her skin unraveled at the seams.
bloated lungs and an emaciated heart filled her no longer moving chest.
her eyes were still open
and her hands stretching for the last thing she ever saw,
though she'd never reached it.
no one knew the exact cause of death,
except the shadow of a boy who avoided her funeral
like it was a plague.
like she was the plague.
I AmI am an artist,I Am8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
But my handiwork is trampled on.
I am a mother,
But my sons vanished with the dawn.
I am a father,
And my daughters go ripped
Naked in the streets.
I am a father.
I am the mourner of the World,
I am the World’s most abhorred.
I am the weeper of the rain,
Though renewal rises like a rainbow,
Always to follow,
After thousands of years, always to follow.
My smiling face over all penitent,
Though I am returned always with betrayal.
My mercy is raped.
All my friends faithless.
Those taken into the chambers of my soul,
They violate my heart.
I am the one who returns from war,
Only to find his lover lying with another.
I am the one whose children slay themselves at her breast,
I am the one whose brothers always turn their backs,
I am the one whose sons thrust their brother off a bridge,
I am the one whose daughters speak their sister into suicide.
He hanged himself, he who kissed me in deceit.
And I saw my own children incinerate
Are We Not Free?Are We Not Free?:Are We Not Free?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ye say that nothin' changes;
That all we're tryin' t' do is fer naught.
Ye say that nothing's wrong,
That we should be acceptin' of our fate.
But why should we simply accept things as they are?
Are we no' a free people?
Are we no' allowed t' speak our minds?
Every man, every woman in this land,
Has the freedom t' choose their own path.
If our ideals must beg us differ,
Then that too is a part of the change that grips us.
What exactly do ye have t' fear?
If yer stoic in ye ideal that nothin' will ever change.
Why not simply ignore us;
A passin' flight o' fancy that we are...
Yet still ye try, ye attempt t' change our minds.
Ye pacify us with the notion of acceptance,
Highlightin' the fact that the world is fine.
Ye say that this is the way that things should be!
That m'friend, is yer personal freedom;
I'll not impinge upon it, fer it be yours.
I only ask, if ye could kindly mind,
Not to treat us, like we're bleedin' blind...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th July 2013
Evangelion ReflectionEvangelion Reflection10 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
upon completion of the series alone:
validation. that's the one theme to evangelion. all throughout it's how and what people do to validate themselves. i know the thoughts, i used to hate myself as drew people around me to keep me from thinking that. when you have no love for yourself, you try to gather praise and love from others to fill that gap in your soul. there's always that blackness in the back of your mind that you try to ignore. you think that if you show love to others, as empty as that is, they will return that love and give you a reason to be. without that, you are nothing. without accomplishments you do nothing and no one cares about you. without the love of others there's no reason to live. i know that i love others to get it back. i am worthless, and as a result, i try to do my best at everything to gain respect and feel like i'm needed for something. if i feel like i'm helping someone, that gives me a reason for existence. without taking so much from everyone, i would
Inhuman Resources: Chapter 1Cloud ComputingInhuman Resources: Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Yeah, Dobe," I replied. "Start it up."
The portable generator chugged hollowly for a moment before finally rumbling into life, a brief green flicker from the computer bank announcing its success. A curl of exhaust issued forth, and to my nose seemed to fill the whole office block with its petroleum stench. Even this, however, was nothing compared to the sensation that accompanied it; subtle, but far more potent.
The computer had not been switched on for some time, and a number of scheduled tasks had accumulated. In my mind's eye, I perceived them, though the screen lay cracked and broken on the floor: toppled, no doubt, during the evacuation all those years ago. Nevertheless, though mute, though silent, the computer spoke, and I listened. Almost imperceptible beneath the heady drone of data streaming through the air, I could feel a faint whirr from within my ribcage and a dull warmth from the cable running up through my neck. The machine had begun its work
Aira-ty Nokta historyAira-ty Nokta history2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
NAME: Aira-ty Nokta
HOME PLANET: Lonagh Wha
HEIGHT: 1.67 meters
WEIGHT: 61 kilograms
SKIN: Pale purple-ish
WEAPON: As padawan a lightsaber with green colored blade
As a mercenary Westar-34 twin blasters and knife. Additional weapons: flame thrower, grenades, poisoned darts, hidden blades, etc.
After the Clone Wars she built a new lightsaber with purple colored blade
SHIP: part owner of the Slave I, and has a modified Swiftwind-class courier, the Sleek Blade.
Aira-ty bornt as the single child of her parents on Lonagh Wha. When she was 4 a Jedi Knight arrived to the planet and recognized the little girl’s force sensitivity and convinced her parents to let her go to the Jedi Temple.
In the Temple despite her best efforts Aira-ty remained strongly emotional and restless, almost unable to meditate but she was skilled at lightsaber fight.
She was very fond of her best friend Sabor Ng'hru, as a teen she even had a
Freedom(Open-mindedness is not a power.)Freedom4 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Hold up your hand.
Straighten it and make a fist. That arm is a solid structure, a column of cells, a staff.
It's simply a cylinder, and that is all.
(Open mindedness is not a force.)
Go up to a trashcan, place your hands on its side, and shove as hard as you can.
Try it. Watch the trashcan fly, its lid clanging open and its guts spilling over the pavement.
You did that. Notice the veins bulging from your arms.
Do you feel at peace?
(Open-mindedness is not a form of knowledge.)
These I know to be true: the sky is blue, blood is red, and the Earth is round.
"Do you deny sunsets, then? Do you expect only oxygen, and disregard calculus?"
i dont want to be wrong, its embarrassing
Now go outside.
Imagine yourself immersed in sky, wrapped in the great blue blanket.
There are thousands of clouds above you, some heavy with rain and others bursting with sunshine, and seagulls dip and dive around yo
A Very Short Fairy Tale - Levi x Lord FarquaadA Very Short Fairy Tale - Levi x Lord Farquaad9 months ago in Romance More Like This
Delicate leaves painted in a golden shade drifted from their place on the tree branch, littering the lush green grass beneath and adding an outstanding colour to the scenery. The sun was lethargic in its setting, giving the sky a marvellous palette of pinks and oranges, perfectly fitting the golden autumn season.
Levi stared out the immaculately spotless window, admiring the environment just outside his castle. Never had Levi thought that he would ever witness beauty such as this, never did he think that his life outside of the Walls would be quite so beautiful. He ever so gently placed a hand to the glass, silently thanking the Gods that blessed him with such luck.
“Today’s the day…” he sighed contentedly, his thoughts whirring but only focusing on one single person.
The man who stole the former Corporal’s heart was the very man he would be marrying today. Levi was anxious, his heart fluttered as it was lifted on golden wings. Just the ver
For Some Reason I Think HomeHe staggered to the ruins, soaked with sweat. Blood dripped into his eyes in crimson rivulets. It was over. He was home now. Fatigue and nostalgia meshed together in a haze of memories and reality. The thick clouds above him blurring and molding together into a dreary gray sky matched his mood.For Some Reason I Think Home2 years ago in Sketches More Like This
How long had it been since he had seen this place: Weeks, months, ages? He ran his hand over the remains of a house wall. The craggy mortar and soft moss beneath his fingers seemed strange. Had this been his home? The toppled chimney behind him was growing a wild garden in the fireplace. Was this really home?
It had been a long journey, there and back again. He had fought and even loved it at times. He had the scars to prove it. He squeezed his arm tighter. More blood seeped through his fingers. The last battle that plagued him was finally over. Disapproval was the only thing that had spared him. The dense air popped his ears, muffling everything but his thoughts.
He ground his teeth at the memo
The Impossible Quiz: AnswersThe Impossible Quiz: Answers5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
IMPOSSIBLE QUIZ ANSWERS! YOU CHEATING SWINE!
Answers in BOLD indicate Bomb questions.
1. Four (Count the holes in the words "A Polo" rather than counting the ONE hole in an actual Polo mint)
2. No, but a tin can (An old joke...)
3. K.O. (O.K. backwards)
4. Click "The Answer" in the question
5. Go around the sides of the flash and back in the other side.
6. Shallots (Shallots are small onions, and as it's a square root, the answer must be smaller)
7. An Elephant (The largest thing in real life)
8. Click the tick that appears just below the S and E.
9. The 2nd "That one" (The second answer is pointing to the third box, which was the last question's answer.)
10. False Teeth (Choose Food = Chews Food)
+ 1 SKIP!
11. n (The number 2 follows the word "December" first, and the letter 'n' follows second.)
12. Click the dot on the 'i' (it is the smallest blue dot there!)
13. F'taang (Well, they do kind of make that sound )
14. Torch (Lighter, as in visual light, not weight)
Inhuman Resources: Chapter 2CorkboardsInhuman Resources: Chapter 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
In bygone days, before Strain Three had forced the people of this place to flee across the water, the lab had not been a lab. As Dobe and I passed beneath the great steel shutters, I considered that we would once have been able to wander in and out without the need for scans or keycards. As we passed the clicking banks of pipetting systems and their stacks of microplates, I wondered at how vacant this space must once have seemed. And as we descended the series of ramps leading to our living quarters, I savoured this one and only reminder that we were walking through a multi-storey car park.
The vehicles sat rusting on the sealed upper floors. A year or so ago, I had made trips up the outside of the building. Had seen them there. There was nothing special about those carsI personally had siphoned the fuel from every last one to feed our generatorsbut there was something uncanny about the way they rested just above our home, waiting for the drivers who had left the
Personal Demons“Do you even know what a demon is?”Personal Demons2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Archibald Feeney had never considered himself an overly religious man, but he attended church every now and then, and read the gospel if there wasn’t anything good on the telly, and even said his prayers if there was a lull in his bedtime preparations. It was, however, still a bit of a shock to him when he ran face to face with his religion.
He had popped into the local pub for a fish and chips, having been late from work and disinterested in cooking. There might even be a pint in it for him, though he tried not to succumb to those urges too regularly. No more so than the vicar anyway, who stopped in every Saturday, as regular as clockwork.
It was while Feeney was nursing his lager and waiting for his meal that something came in and sat beside him. It was tall and lithe, with reddish skin that was only beginning to show signs of peeling from a mild burn. It wore no clothes, but its bottom half was clearly quite goat-like. The brown