PainPain3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
An unpleasant feeling you may think
The feeling cannot be described in only ink
It can come and go in just a blink
It would be the bitter taste if life would be a drink
It's what gets us down
It's what leaves us with a frown
Sometimes makes us want to leave town
And sometimes makes us want ourselves to drown
It sure isn't much fun
We always want it to be over and done
We can't make it undone
Pain, is a measurement of will power
Recovering from pain may take more than an hour
But in the end you will blossom like a flower
Soul of a WriterI see a blank page, and I feel a spark inside my heart. The spark ignites my mind, raising its ever-glowing embers to a slowly building flame. The cold white blankness of the page angers me.Soul of a Writer3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Wasted potential, that's what it is. Any space of white could be used. I stare into its emptiness and my mind begins to turn its gears. My hand itches for a pen.
I am a writer and my soul is fire. This page shall feel my flame.
I need to bring heat to the paper and that is what the words are. Hot. The black ink smolders on the white of the paper. The words charge from my mind, down my arm and on to the page.
They are the army of my soul, warriors of fire and ink. They enforce my will upon the cold of the paper; bringing the stories in my mind to life on the page, and the more ink on the page, the more fire for my mind. The warriors of words fight back the emptiness, charging into it and slashing away with flaming swords lighting the page aflame.
It is a soul-powered machine, constructing my linguis
Life's Journey - What It Takes To Come Alive pt.2Life is a journey. One's destination is unique to our hearts and lives in our souls. It is a state of the mind. A new way of seeing things. An altered perception. A notion of achievement. An idea of happiness. Our destination is never a place, nor are the things we want most really things at all. We take the journey. Our destiny is shaped in our moments of decision. As fate looks down upon us, we follow the roads of desire with home in our hearts and our hearts on our sleeves choosing our paths, making new ones, searching until our destination sits in sight on the horizon. We keep moving. We take others along with us. We wave hellos, we wave goodbyes. We take our journey. Our treasures of love, collections of loss, bundles of experience, wisdom, and memories we've picked up along the way are carried high on our backs and we grow. We have courage. We take risks. We observe. We change. We develop. We cry. We fall down. We get up. We smile. We follow our dreams. We listen to our hearts. WLife's Journey - What It Takes To Come Alive pt.23 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Thunder RollsToday was filled with sunshine and warmth as people where playing on the beach, with the warm sand between their toes. They were having so much fun; they didn't notice someone was watching them.Thunder Rolls3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Electro: Why can't we have that kind of fun?
Isis: Because they have something we don't
Electro: O of course they do but that doesn't mean we can't do anything for fun, I mean the only fun thing we do together is killing criminals.
Isis crossed her arms and thought: Correction, you have fun doing it, I don't.
Electro: You mean to tell me that you don't have any fun seeing the light in their eyes fade away like a broken lamp? Thinking with a somewhat confusion on his face.
Isis with a little annoyed look on her face, showing him that exactly what she meant.
Electro: Well then I guess I'll have to teach you one day to have some enjoyment on doing so.
Isis: I guess I have to teach you to be normal.
Electro: Pfft, normal is too overrated
Then he la
Hidden Feelings... [PewdieCry Story] Chapter 4Hidden Feelings... [PewdieCry Story] Chapter 43 years ago in Drama More Like This
When I woke up, I was lying in bed with only boxers on. Wait... I did fall asleep on the couch... full dressed and Pewdie was sleeping on the couch too. What happened? Did he carry me up here? Why didn't I wake up? Normally I wake up by the smallest things that happen. But now to the most important question... Why am I only in my boxers? And where the hell is my mask? Did he... Did he take off all of my clothes and my mask?
Felix cut off my thoughts as he walked in and said: "Good morning, my dear Ryan. You ready to head out?" Then he kissed me. I was confused, happy and shocked at the same time. I didn't understand what's going on. Why would he kiss me?! And why did he call me Ryan? He never calls me by my real name! I slowly raised my hand and stroke over my lips where they connected with Felix'.
He walked over to the closet, picked out some clothes and put them right beside me on the bed. He looked me in the eyes and smiled. I was shocked and started to cover my face.
Continuous VoicesIt all began when I was tenContinuous Voices2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I found what lingered in my head disturbing
And it wasn’t until I grabbed a pen
And saw what truly lingered when I began writing.
There were continuous voices within my head
I was not one to favor them dead
Although, they had violet images attached
The way I wrote them matched.
Since then, the voices have changed
Octaves have risen and lowered
Their words have exchanged
And eventually became uncensored.
These continuous voices have brought war
Ones with an uprising roar
And at moments I want to kill the sound
For they are so profound.
Yet, they continue to crescendo
And welcome me to a hidden story
And sometimes they decrescendo
Leaving me alone to the world’s beauty.
Eight years with these continuous voices
And they have given me remarkable choices
One with the most beautiful fiery star
To the one with an unforgiving scar.
My sunshineMy sunshine4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
As the days grow cold
And the nights dark
It's your sunshine that
Keeps me at ease
Even on the gloomiest of days
when the clouds reign the skies
And a bitter breeze brushes by
So paint me in your sunshine
for me to follow hand in hand
Remember me by your side
So I can keep my ray of sunshine
I'm Putting Out Your StarI've spent so many hours looking at you. I know I shouldn't, but I'm drawn to you regardless. My eyes connect with your own magnetic and remarkable pair creating an impossible, but perfect match. Sometimes, when you looked my way, I pretended that you were the one watching me. Even though I know there was someone behind me I dare not look; to know who is capturing your gaze would be a torment I lack the courage to bare. I've taken out my heart and laid it undisguised on the floor, but I don't think you ever noticed it.I'm Putting Out Your Star5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
From time to time I saw you embrace that other boy and I cannot help but wonder what it was about him. I watched as you hug, as you touched and talked in a flawless symphony that was rightfully mine to be in. Did he know how lucky he was to once be in your arms? To hear your soft voice being poured solely into his ear, whilst I had to strain to catch a whisper? Did he hurt as much as I when you were not around?
You were a fascination of mine; one that was impracticable t
BlinkBlinkBlink5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
If you blink
Just for a second
They'll get you
Faster than you think
So remember one thing
you're the oneI woke up this morning,you're the one6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I saw the shadow of death floating above me.
I was told,
today would be my last day.
It was then,
I realized how much I need you.
What I would do to see your face,
the journey I would make.
I'd go the distance,
travel all day.
Walk until my very soul starts to bleed,
because when night falls,
you're the one,
I want in my arms.
© jimmy just
the dark knight risesElectro: that movie was awesomethe dark knight rises3 years ago in Comedy More Like This
Isis: yea, let me guess you want to Role play it?
Electro: I'm batman
Isis: that's fine
Electro: wait what?
Isis: You can be batman
Electro: and you don't?
Isis: batman was not the badass in this film, catwoman was
Electro: explain yourself
Isis: who was the one who stole batman jewelry ?
Isis: who was the one who stole his car?
Isis: who was the one to stop bane?
Electro: catwoman, but who was the one willing to sacrifice himself to save a city from a bomb?
Electro smacks his forehead and says: Ok you have a point, so I guess you want to be catwoman?
Electro: you do know what catwoman and batman do together right?
Electro comes close to her raps his arms around her and comes closer, then isis knees him blow the belt
Isis: I know exactly what they do.
Electro: she took my wallet
Electro starts chasing her when he gains some feeling back to his legs, all th
'And she lived...'Little girl, little girl'And she lived...'5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you wander in your dreams.
Seeking that key,
one key of which you do seek
Little girl, little girl,
do not wake from your dreams
your reflection in the mirror,
is your own reality
Little girl, little girl
Still do you not see?
The key to your heart,
is trapped within your dreams
Little girl, little girl
Do not cry
Your heaven is an illusion
a petty lie
Guardian Angel "Guardian angels?"Guardian Angel5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know about them. But I think I experienced something related to them before."
He removed his back from a leaning position, looking interested. "Really? What happened then?"
She sipped a coffee and looked outside.
"When I was 6, my parents are keenly looking at the television because of a woman of success, leaving me to play at the background. I was playing with both dolls and cars then. Mom took a look at me and began picking up some toys. I have a usual habit of jumping off things, so I climbed up a chair near me. Suddenly, the broken car of mine moved and bumped on one of my dolls, alerting the cat. It ran across the room and nudged the chair hard, tipping it over. The next thing I knew I lay on the floor."
UglyOnce in a land far far awayUgly2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
where trees would bend
and the grass would sway
A little girl had the strangest thought
and did't like the feelings it brought
She saw it much clearer
when she looked in the mirror
that she wasn't what was expected at all
Her hair was too brittle
and she was too little
and her nose was too big
so she looked like a pig
She used to be happy
she used to be glad
But today she was not
Today she was sad
She put away the glass
She put it on a shelf
She wanted most certainly not be herself
She hated her legs and she hated her arms
She had forgotten to think of her charms
She told all her friends
and her thoughts only grew
until everyone else also thought it was true
Her thoughts were like a contagious disease
It even began to infect all the trees!
The birds felt imperfect
and the flowers so cheap
So all of the insects began to weep
The sky started crying
Like the whole world was dying and
Even the rain
didn't want to remain
so runny like blood in a vein
A Welcomed ChapterI've traveled a long way,A Welcomed Chapter2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
endured all the tragic hardships.
Faught through emotional decay,
all the while, the shadows binded;
carrying me to the abyss of styx.
So I give in, I've said goodbye,
to another chapter in this ever changing life.
I've carried the burden of my mistakes
along this path that's been so long;
fighting with the eclipse of right and wrong.
I wait for the next challange to unfold,
with determination written on my face.
Tell those close that I've finally left this place,
with heartache and so much left untold;
the world has been much too cold.
I keep my distance, staying withdrawn
because there is no one that I can count on.
Maybe no one will notice, I lay my head down
waiting for the chance to be so far gone.
with the unfathomable darkness enveloping around.
The Real WritersThe Real Writers:The Real Writers2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are those who sit with their laptops and tablets,
Clothed in a scarf and an artistic hat of some sort.
They ponder; leaving a stack of books beside them,
Sipping their decaf as though they are literature personified.
What works do they prepare, other than blatant copies,
Perhaps a half-baked romance designed to woo a lady.
So convinced are they, of their own aptitude;
They are blinded by the beams of their burgeoning ego.
For the writer is not the man who is tapping away at keys,
He is not the man fervently reading with lensless glasses.
He is not the hipster debating ancient literature.
For he is a monster, wearing human skin.
He is the deranged madman, eccentric, uncanny.
He is the one who sits catatonic;
An entire world of fantasy playing in his mind.
He has gone through millions of scenes,
Thousands of scenarios, hundreds of plots
And dozens of characters.
He is not the man you expect him to be,
For a true writer is utterly WEIRD.
Remaining unwrittenI wanted to write poetry from leavesRemaining unwritten6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
about how the wind made them rise into their own story,
about the passing light of every day
when darkness spreads its wings around the world but is seen flying after a faint sunset.
I wanted to write poetry from memories
about what makes a faint glow of light shine when we can see the darkness,
about the past which never looked back at us
even letting us learn that we can live without our regrets.
I wanted to write poetry from amazement
about the emotions each word carries away into the hearts of many,
about the hardships people go through
and how they choose to grow into someone who can inspire.
I needed to write poetry from love
and through the same heart show that i can write about the truth,
and find a reason to keep talking cruelly
because i never wanted to hurt you.
Fiolee Fan Fic. Part Two Chap. SixFiolee Fan Fic. Part Two Chap. Six3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Come back here you coward!" I shrieked, slamming my fists on the ground angrily. Nothing replied. I felt tears stinging my eyes as I searched frantically for that damned Febble in the darkness, and soon gave up, knowing there was no way could find him in time. There wasn't even anything to search behind, or search in, there was only heavy shades of black surrounding my entire body. I felt completely useless as I walked around, knowing none of my powers would grant me freedom from this dark hell.
"What do you want from me?!" I screamed upwards, partly hoping someone, something, would answer. But alas, I only heard silence. That terrible, damned silence. I grabbed onto my head lightly gripping my hair, trying to think of what to do. I felt like I was losing my mind. After everything me and Fionna went through, I was cursed to this place, and she was going to Glob, I can't even think of what will happen to her without gagging.
"Vei muri aici, știi." A soft
Defying FateI grasp Fate by his throat,Defying Fate2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
scold him for walking uninvited into my home.
I empty the pockets
of his worn out coat
and the happiness of a city,
scatters across my kitchen's floor.
"Aren't you ashamed?
You steal our dreams,
our long awaited goals,
the hope, the memories,
the fleeting I love you's,
and a newborn's first yawn.
Give it back to the people!
That's not what they had planned at all!"
He's old and weary, yet he smiles,
words form in a soft tone,
a total contrast to my screaming voice.
"Oh, but I am a servant of Time,
I can't bring back what's lost,
some dreams are meant to be stolen,
they're too grand to come true."
He twitches when he sees my gun,
a little revolver I load and aim to my skull.
"My dreams are mine you can't steal them tonight,
I'm not a puppet in your parade,
I'll not be driven by your strings and galore,
It's my life and I choose to defy!"
It doesn't even hurt when my blood spatters to the floor.
Thoughts Into the FlameI whisper thoughts into the flameThoughts Into the Flame6 years ago in Open More Like This
Then wait for them to go away
So I might have some numbing peace
Where I may dream of my release
I scatter ideas on the air
They're blown away 'til they're not there
The wind carries them from this place
So I don't have to see their face
I sink plans down into the sea
So now they cannot bother me
I feel almost empty inside
But then this stress can never die
This life is too much,
Too much for me
Tell me how on earth you cope
Without reaching for the rope
Tell me how you keep the hope
I whisper thoughts into the flame
And the smoke whispers her name