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'
Cicadas in the HibiscusThe WastelandCicadas in the Hibiscus1 year 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.
Accidentally in Love - Shrek x Erwin SmithAccidentally in Love - Shrek x Erwin Smith2 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
MemoryI rested with a light pink blooming cherry-tree branch on my chest. The wind flowed along the river banks, somewhere out of sight, beyond the buildings and the yard. My silk attire lay on the ground like the wings of a butterfly, and the brook flowed past me in the direction of the snow-topped mountains.Memory1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I wished you had picked me up like a flower from the garden, held my flourishing body for a while before I wilted away. You could have been handsome like a pine tree, your eyes always the same green. We could have lived entwined with each other like light and shade.
When I walked around these yards, the Moon followed me among the pillars and watched me through the windows. I put a little doll that looked like me into one of the miniature temples and placed a tiny garland on her hair. Every night, the doll sang to me of distant lands on the border between dreams and reality.
I saw you every day in the daylight, riding along the sides of the mountains and the linings of the clouds on a s
DaffodilsUrban foxes are bolder than the urban junkie.Daffodils1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The urban fox will run across the growing headlights of a night-bus
and feast upon discarded chips in the street without shame of the scrutiny.
The urban junkie will skirt along the shadows of alley-mouths and squat doorways
and eat from your bins fearfully, with limbs that quiver from withdrawal and guilt.
That said, I’ve seen both pissing at the plinth of the Queen Victoria’s statue
and heard of both biting careless policemen.
There is a bouquet of stolen daffodils in my trousers pocket
Leaking from their stems and freezing my leg,
I can remember the where but
I can’t remember the why.
I have nobody to give them to
and each step I take
sheds a petal and splits the stems more and more.
On the night-bus, I stand to avoid breaking the daffodils.
Somebody in the rear of the double-decker is sick
and it trickles down, in a soupy stream,
every time the bus goes downhill.
I get off on Lewes Road and upend my wallet
on the count
Counting the RingsiCounting the Rings1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
near my sick bed
he murmurs of how he's crumbling
but I'm still here
I've fought so long, I'm here
for a while I trust
I believe this, I must
even when it's bad, because
his faith alone is not enough
my random thoughts of how long
I have, and his thoughts of
"will she be able to outlive me" -
even at moments like this
it happens that
we hold on and speak of a future
rolling restless this early morn'
you exhausted and I
drying up from a virus
spying through the shredding
of 250-thread count bedding,
between the hillocks of your shoulders
we never can sleep
in anticipation for what's to come
to plant the seed and watch it grow
though we will never see it bloom
for all the other things we know
and live beyond that fertile past
of what we did and what we'll do
as sleep will still not come to us
close apart, we dare not fall
from the tree that burns in season
counting the rings of our poetry
the moon has set,
I wake in the dark
to the rush of wind
I hear him rinsing off
in the basi
Waking dead.If Death be sweet saviour and remorseWaking dead.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a psychopomp, midwife to the passing,
Thanatos, Ankou, Yama, Memitim, Hypnos,
save me to rest and to sleep
take me in deep
in soft, make this all in my head
to where my friends and my
family, my father
"sweet death, you are the only god
Who comes as a servant when he is called"
So here I am, a lullaby leaving my lips in
the form of a cry of a whistle
in hopes an answer of
sweet serenity will greet
Crona's PoemCrona's PoemCrona's Poem3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Everyone has a hell; it's just hidden, inside their head.
Darkness in my blood flood through my being slowly, much like a river flowing into a well.
Scars of black blood and souls captured by the unholy blade,
Screams of humans that pierced my ears as I bother not to hear what they tried to say.
I'm alone, truly alone. With a mother who beat me and stole my freedom, I was a prisoner
In my own home.
The walls around me close in, slowly, ever so slowly they begin to cave in and creak.
Breath ragged in sleep, haunting memories of dark sins to keep.
The ever silent death glides behind, every step, each breath
A dull sign of being alive.
Colors and kindness seem dim and bitter,
Everyone gave up on me the world's youngest sinner.
I can't deal with this .I just can't.
Slaying humans and taking their souls, growing stronger as my blade cackles at the food that's been granted
Blood red tears stream down weary eyes, tired of death, of all these lies.
My Darkest HourMy Darkest Hour1 year 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
Inhuman Resources: Chapter 2CorkboardsInhuman Resources: Chapter 22 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
The Vampire's Slave 1..... The Vampires SlaveThe Vampire's Slave 1.....5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
READ THE WRITER'S COMMENTS FIRST!!!!!! Also, don't take or I will come after you >_>
The Carriage bumped along at an alarming rate as a girl sat the floor lost in her thoughts. What was this man going to be like, who did he know the old sorcerer, why did this strange man with this huge nice carriage get all of the old sorcerers stuff, why was SHE considered to be stuff .. She had some many questions she guesses she would find out when she got to the place where this new man lived....he might just let her go .she could be free at last .she could not even remember her family and what it was like to walk with out
WarriorWhen you attacked my world,Warrior1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your intentions were quite clear.
You intended to destroy us,
But now you reek of fear.
When I destroyed your armies,
My mind, for them, was not open.
And as I killed your captains,
My breath remained unbroken.
You expected many victims,
But alas, you received one, alone.
Your soldiers fell like dominoes.
My methods, to you, unknown.
And now you cower, drenched in sweat,
Fearing the death you know too well.
Without care, or a glint of mercy,
My blade rings Death's unholy bell.
Your Daughter has Sold Hundreds of Local PapersBut listen to me: I will tell youYour Daughter has Sold Hundreds of Local Papers1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
how to love a bedspread;
a car seat; a sun dress
that you cleaned two months ago.
and should they find her
in the breast of a riverbank
or a cabinet,
I will tell you
facts about scavenger birds;
kettles, wakes and how to chair a committee
with a body on your desk,
as scavenger birds do.
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 Farquaad2 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
PersonaWe all wear a maskPersona4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
No matter how we shape or mold it
It stays the same way even with a slight change
For the mask is a part of us
Just as we are part of the mask
When we hide a hidden side
Deep within our hearts
It becomes a shadow
Something we try to deny
Something to forget
But it always comes back to haunt us
Trying to engulf us in its darkness
To show others what their really like
As they keep denying it gets stronger
Shifting and molding into something terrifying
The shadow becomes a beast
A monster of our dark side
Because we've denied it
For thinking it isn't a part of us
But it is a part of us
Like we are a part of it
The only way to combat it
Is to accept it as it is
For that shadow is you
You are the shadow
Your persona that is in your heart
Don't be afraid
Just face it
Show no fear
The shadow is you
You are the shadow
You wear the mask
Wearing the mark
On your heart
Once you accept it
It becomes a great ally
A powerful persona
Right by your side
Always there to hel
Profile: Michelle ElricProfile: Michelle Elric1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
Full Name: Michelle Trisha Elric
Date of Birth: April 12th, 1921
Occupation: Works as an automail apprentice under her mother, Winry Elric. In the future, Michelle will take over Rockbell Automail.
» Michelle began schooling at age 5, attending a grammar school in Rush Valley. She was very studious yet unsociable, not easily connecting with others.
» Once Michelle finishes grammar school at age 12, she is enrolled in Preston Academy, a private high school in a neighboring town to Rush Valley named Silvermount. Michelle continues filling her schedule to the brim with studies, also continuing to isolate herself from her peers partly because of this.
» At age 16 she withdraws from school to focus her time solely on her automail apprenticeship with her mother.
Race/Ethnicity: 75% Amestrian; 25% Xerxenian
Xingese Zodiac: Rooster
Place of Birth: Resembool, Amestris
New Game: Nicole, a Dead Space CreepypastaHello, my name is Chris and this is a tale I never told until now and you might never believe me, but I'll tell it anyway. What happened to me only happened a few months ago and yet I know I'll never be the same.New Game: Nicole, a Dead Space Creepypasta1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Before I start I should say that I'm a hardcore gamer and I'm a big fan of survival-horror video games. You know like Resident Evil, Silent Hill, Left 4 Dead ect. but the one series I loved since the start was Dead Space. I've played all the games, watched all the tie-in movies, even had a few of the action figures (so yeah I'm slightly obsessed with the series). So naturally I was excited for Dead Space 3, but I didn't have enough cash so I decided to use my usual scheme, buy some cheap games from a pawn shop and trade them in at like a Gamestop for more money. And since I already traded in Dead Space 1, 2, and Extraction, I decided to buy them again since I kinda want to recap the storyline and for nostalgia's sake.
So I went to my local pawn shop and checked their games for
Personal Demons“Do you even know what a demon is?”Personal Demons1 year 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
Profile: Aaron ElricProfile: Aaron Elric2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Full Name: Aaron James Elric
Date of Birth: November 4th, 1919
Occupation: At the moment he has no formal job. In the future, he will work for the State Alchemy Research Program founded by Edward, Alphonse, and Roy.
» Aaron began schooling at age 5, attending a grammar school in Rush Valley. Aaron was always eager to learn, quickly understanding the teachings in class. He made friends easily with his friendly personality.
» Once Aaron finishes grammar school at age 12, he is enrolled in Preston Academy, a private high school in a neighboring town to Rush Valley named Silvermount. Aaron continues to excel in school as well as being popular and friendly amongst his peers.
Race/Ethnicity: 75% Amestrian; 25% Xerxenian
Xingese Zodiac: Sheep
Place of Birth: Resembool, Amestris
Current Residence: Rush Valley, Amestris
History of Residencies:
» Aaron was born i
Tips: Big Creative ProjectsWhen working on a big project, whether it be a comic, novel, video, complex painting etc, it's very common to find yourself stuck at any given point. It happens to everyone; maybe you're unsure of where to go next, or working on it has become more of a chore and less fun But there are some simple things you can do to make sure that you get through your project in the most easy and enjoyable way.Tips: Big Creative Projects2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Before you get started
Before you even begin working on your project, there are a few things you should do to make it a little easier on yourself and to help keep things going smoothly.
~ Write down your ideas
This one is a bit of a no-brainer really. Make a mind map or some bullet points of all of the things you want to include in your project. Events, themes, character profiles; no idea is too insignificant. You won't remember every idea you come up with, so writing it all down will make sure you never forget the best ones.
~ Plan ahead
Remember when you were a kid and y
Twenty: I'm afraid I'm growing oldi.Twenty: I'm afraid I'm growing old2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Coupons and sales magazines
have become more than just junk mail
and the holes in my pants
seem more patchable
and I wonder just how much
my sparse jewelry would fetch
if I said I saw the face of Jesus
in the glimmer of my pearls.
I am beginning to miss the sea I grew up on
so much that I will read bad poetry
just for the mention of a salty ocean breeze.
I feel landlocked and sometimes I'm afraid
that I will never see the world
until I have retired from it.
Faith says her life is full of asking.
I wish mine were full of answers,
but I too have many questions
and only Time will answer them for me.
My mother just turned sixty
and her eyes when she looks at herself
in pictures from the '70s
makes me realize
that my time, however long,
autopsyher spine was cracked down the middle,autopsy11 months 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.