Fire-painterCreativity burned,Fire-painter4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So she painted with fire;
Sparks flew from her fingertips,
The fevered glow of embers in her eyes,
An echo of the bright and dangerous things--
Of the images branded in her imagination.
Consumed by the heat of wildfire need
The raw urge to let loose her visions.
The licks of flames a thousand whips
Of near self flagellation driving her creativity;
Pouring blood and life into her works,
Determined, pushing onward--
An artists pure passion,
Scorched lovers lips
And fiery russet hair.
She painted with fire
Until she became ashes.
AshesShe opened her eyes,Ashes4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To see gray skies.
The silence cutting her ears,
Just as bad as the yelling did.
In minutes time the sirens came,
Trying to save this place.
They don't know how it started,
But when they do it'll be to late.
The roars overlap the screams,
That no one cared to dream.
Hoping this was all a night mare,
Soon to be retreat.
With every step closer to the door,
The closer she came to her death.
The smoke building in her lungs,
Made every pant a tormenting dare.
That day her world came tumbling down,
While she burned within it's grasp.
Everything she owned stained charcoal black.
But all her neighbors could never look back.
So here I stand before it,
Where once a time she lived.
And nothing survived this ruin,
That was her last night mare.
I never imagined it'd go up so fast,
And I know I must never look back.
Sweat drips down my cheeks,
As the match burns into me.
Her ashes lay before me,
Where she tried to escape.
But I created a nightmare,
That no one can evade.
AnorexiaWhen I lift up my shirt, you can see my ribsAnorexia4 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Don't tell me it's disgusting, because I already know it is
You can hear my stomach growl, begging for a meal
But I refuse to take a bite, because I like how this feels
Regular trips to the washroom, the toilet welcomes me home
I'm getting closer to beautiful, I'll no longer feel alone
Stepping on the scale, it flashes one hundred five
Losing 30 pounds isn't enough, I no longer desire to be alive
I'm too fat.
Too ugly to live.
If starving isn't good enough,
Then I don't know what is.
Music GirlMusic Girl10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let the music rescue you;
Flight for life when you're feeling blue.
On the dark side of the rainbow,
Black's the only hue.
Take a supernatural starship
To the heavens up above.
Through a lipstick sunset
With the person that you love.
Your music is what carries you
To another place in time;
No one seems to understand,
It's the lyrics not the rhyme.
Share with me your loneliness,
I'll help you if I can.
If only I were there with you.
I'd be your Music Man.
– Tom Wilcox 09/29/96
A Future Life: Silvaze. Chapter 4*A few months later.*A Future Life: Silvaze. Chapter 44 years ago in Romance More Like This
It was late at night, the sky was clear and not a cloud was is site. Silver stood in the back garden looking at the stars, it was a full moon, and it seemed twice as big as normal, It was the day before Christmas eve, and everyone was comeing to there house for a big christmas party.
Silver stood there, he looked at his hands, the blue circles on his gloths had started to glow faintly under the moonlight, as did the aqua blue markings on the soles of his shoes, It was silent, all he could hear was the wind blowing slowly though his fur. Dash came outside and saw his dad standing there.
"Hay dad." He said. Silver turned around and saw Dash walking over to him. Dash notiched the markings on his hands started to glow. (He didn't have his gloths on) Silver didn't know why, but when the moon was full, it seemed to have some kind of effect on his powers, and since Dash had pretty much the same abilties as his father it effeceted him to, it didn't do any harm, it just ma
Silvaze Chronicles part 1Alone. Alone on the cliff. That's what Blaze felt when the enormous, blazing tornado rushed at her. Not far from her laid the body of Silver, the one she loved the most but never told him. She gazed at the tornado, when it suddenly spoke to her.Silvaze Chronicles part 15 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
???: A vessel is what I need. You posses the flames now I posses you.
With a roaring thunder the fire drilled itself into Blaze her chest. The pain was too much and she felt losing control over her mind.
???: You're mine. Alone for ever.
With that scream she woke up gasping for breath. She looked around. There was nothing to worry about. No cliff, no tornado, no flames. She was still in bed and outside the window she saw it was still dark. She felt her heart racing in her chest. Still shaken from that nightmare she began to cry. She felt a hand resting on her shoulder. She looked Silver, who had a worried expression.
Blaze tried to calm her nerves, drying her tears.
Blaze: It's nothing.
Silver: Same nightmare
James and The PizzaJames and The Pizza7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
It was a cool spring day on the island of Sodor.
The Fat Controller had a special job for James.
James he said You must take some trucks of cheese and tomatoes to the new pizza restaurant opening at Great Waterton
Yes sir said James
Whats a pizza? asked Percy
A pizza is an Italian delicacy Said Thomas I hear it is very tasty
James puffed away to collect the trucks.
He arrived at Knapford; Stanley had just finished shunting the trucks into place.
Good morning James he said cheerfully Wheres all this cheese and tomatoes going?
Its going to a new Pizza parlour in Great Waterton replied James and he puffed away.
When he arrived, James saw a large green engine waiting at the platform. The engine had a large, black moustache and a picture of a pizza painted on his tender.
Hello there! Whistled James Who are you?
I am a Luigi Said th
AdventuresThe Powell estates were never a heavily trafficked area. At least, they weren't until the Doctor came and Rose left. Then there would be a flurry of movement and a rabble of voices once a week or so when the TARDIS would appear and a boisterous reunion ensued. For Rose and the Doctor, they had been away for perhaps weeks. For Jackie and Mickey, it would be maybe a matter of days. But because of the dangers and distances they knew Rose would be facing, they always greeted her as though it really had been weeks. There would be much hugging and screaming and excited exclamations. Then the group would move inside the apartment where Rose would gush over her journeys and give her mother trinkets and jewelry she had picked up in flea markets across the universe.Adventures3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
But now that the Tylers were gone and Mickey no longer had a reason to hang around, the Powell estates resumed their original run-down quietness. The residents continued about their regular, hushed business. No one missed the Tylers,
Silvaze songfic Pt 2Silvaze Songfic part 2. Every time we touchSilvaze songfic Pt 24 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sadness comes and goes. Sometimes stays and leaves people and hedgehogs alike heavily depressed. But sometimes there is a way to break depression. Even a simple thing can do it. Even just a flower. Miracles can happen if we truly believe. Love can be forever, if we really love someone. Love..always finds its way back.
Silver, a silver colored naïve hedgehog, stared down at the lily, he was in disbelief, shock and utter happiness. This was from Blaze, a violet level headed cat. He it had to be. Had is wish come true? He picked up the flower. He almost heard Blaze's voice whispering to him
"I still hear your voice when you sleep next to me "
He had to send something to her now, where ever she was. He had nothing. But he took a picture of him and Blaze together out of its frame and a sent it flying in the wind
"Please.." He whispered. "Let it get to her.."
BetrayalYou gave me scars;Betrayal4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cuts that run soul deep.
I can never forget you,
Because in absolute truth
I never felt the knife slide in--
But I felt it twist.
Silvaze: Jealousy 6 "I don't supose the phrase 'It's not what it looks like!' will help here?" I said. My dad glared at me. "Guess not," I said weakly. Silver got up and held out his hand to help pull me up. After I was standing I turned to face my dad, shrinking slightly at the look on his face. He was still lose for words. From the kitchen I could here Mamma and Claire arguing.Silvaze: Jealousy 65 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Mamma, it's not what you think, let me go in there and explain!" Claire whinned.
"Claire, it's none of your buisness, and you're in enough trouble as it is. Need I remind you how late you were last week?"
"But that was different! Blaze hasn't done anything!"
"And you insisted you hadn't done anything when you snuck in through your window! If this is different, then you've been lying!"
"It IS different, and I wasn't lying!"
TLAFTCHB, Chapter 1TLAFTCHB, Chapter 15 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Love and Family That Could Have Been, Chapter 1
by LunaAliCat and thetimetravellingdoctor
The Doctor knew his time as the protector of the universe was over. He'd had a great time doing it, but it was time to either pass it all on to another or accept his fate and change again. He so did not want to change: he liked this body and he didn't want to die again. They all felt like death and he couldn't do it. It was time for once to be selfish. He had to confess things and he just wanted to be left for the rest of this life. Before that, he wanted his hard-worked reward.
He set the controls for several locations. The first was to make sure a Sotaran didn't kill Martha and Mickey. He had to save the newlywed couple and former companions. They were his friends after all. Plus, to see them what seemed to be for the last time was only fair that he would save them as a last act.
Coffee...Coffee...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My coffee, reflects my romance.
A Dark and bitter taste in my mouth.
As my supposed twisted soul,
Black as my unfeeling and dead heart.
(Well thats what they told me )
Black as my inadequate feelings.
Why then, is it me that finds,
No sugar will ever sweeten
That long and bitter aftertaste,
Leaving its lingering palate,
From each fresh betrayal.
When, what I really sought out
Was so hot, so rich and intense,
Not the dizzying cream swirls,
That twist and blur in the mug.
Like boiling storm clouds
In depths of a confusion.
An effort to lighten moods,
Frustration, it just stirs faster.
I didnt want the dark hurting,
Akin to the painful scald,
A sudden and nasty shock ,
From a too hot a drink,
Spilled and upended in a lap.
My coffee cup it seems,
Reflects my soul now,
And all of my heart now,
Mustnt forget those feelings.
Now hollow, just empty.
Life. Love. Death.Lips crashing like sea-foam;Life. Love. Death.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Our laughter swam elusively
Like darting fish in the ocean.
The wildness of a gale;
We loved freer than birds--
Like leaves caught on wind.
Ignited like matches aflame;
Such heated passions burnt us,
We danced, sparks in the fire.
Together. Can we rest now?
Safe in the last final darkness
Like worms deep in the earth.
Henry's BattleHenry is a large green engine. He loves the wildlife, wild animals, trees, grass and most importantly the forestHenry's Battle7 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
One morning, Henry pulled into Knapford station.
He saw the Fat Controller talking to a man in a dark suit
I have a proposal for you Mr Hatt said the man
What is that? asked the Fat Controller
I can get more people to your island if you tear down this forest and turn it into a new town
The man produced a map and pointed to a woodland area on the map, it was Henrys Forest!
Henry looked shocked and scared
Out of the question! said The Fat Controller and walked back to his office
Fine then Hatt! Youve brought this upon yourself said the man darkly
Henry looked suspiciously at the man who produced a mobile phone
Tony! He refused! Lets do it anyway in 2 days when the big man himself shows up
Whatever he was up to, it was no good at all
That evening, Henry couldn
Homesick 1HomesickHomesick 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
November 3rd, 2056
John Glenn Tracy prided himself on being a genius. It was the one thing he had to set him apart from his brothers. Scott was great at everything except cooking, Virgil the artist/musician, Gordon the athlete, Alan the goofy kid you couldn't help loving, but John was the genius. There hadn't yet been a system he could not hack, a math problem to difficult, or a science experiment too complex for his quick thinking brain.
The thing with being a genius was, however, that generally you were a genius in only one area. John was fantastic at strategy, math, and anything that required a lot of patience. What he wasn't as good at was understanding people and, for the sixteen-year-old, this was looking more and more like an actual problem than a minor setback.
His failure to understand other living beings was how he'd ended up in his current predicament of going for a very unwanted swim in the courtyard fountain of the David Walker Acad
Emery RoseEmery Rose was an angel,Emery Rose4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But she also was a thief,
And when the sun went down
And the town lost sound,
Emery stole my heart.
Emery, Emery, please don't start,
Come to me and replace my heart,
You are too high to carry my love,
I have no wings to rise up above.
Emery Rose was an angel,
But she also was a sculptor,
And when the moon hung high
And the city all sighed,
Emery built me wings.
Emery, Emery, how do I try,
How do I try to join you and fly,
You are too high to carry my love,
I have no heart to rise up above.
That's when Emery lowered quite near
To lift me up high and rid me of fear.
Her beautiful lips parted to say,
"Today, today, you'll fly on away."
Emery Rose is an angel,
And she also is my Queen,
And no matter the moon
And no matter the sun,
Emery is my dove.
Epilogue Pt1: It's Never Too LateEpilogue Pt1: It's Never Too Late4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Alex Wentworth will soon be taken, soon to be engaged to her boyfriend of 3 years: Julian Hayes. Now 23, Alex went through high school and university and now, a graphics designer specialising in furnishing households. Alex was the golden girl, the only pupil to go to Oxford University in her school year where she studied for 3 years plus a year working as an apprentice in a company. Mrs Wentworth was so proud, so very proud of her only child as she snapped away loads of pictures of Alex in her graduation robe.
Life was beautiful for Alex because not only was she wanted by major companies and received many offers; she met Julian. The dark brown locks, the indigo eyes, the crooked smile, the perfect gentleman: Julian was a student studying maths in Oxford University and the two have met in a pub. It would be a lie to say it was love at first sight because Julian ruined Alex's dress with his drink, by acciden
My Days Are WeakThey said the first would be pretty,My Days Are Weak5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A model and a doll,
But she was timid and lithe and porcelain
And liable to break.
So the second, they assured, would be graceful,
Giving and giving, but
He was a loan shark, a dealer, a bully
With everything at stake.
The third they said may be morbid,
A little under the weather,
But she sits in the dark, never says a word:
In an air of gloom.
So the fourth I was told had potential,
The road is far ahead,
But he is lazy and selfish and ignorant
And getting nowhere soon.
The next was supposed to have love,
Be helpful and kind,
But he couldn't take the pain of the world
So instead he took to the sword.
Satans sixth would be dedicated
To labour and making a living,
But he sold his soul to his master
To make the corporate board.
And the last I said, "Please spare me,
The horrors to be foretold.
Just give me the child in a blanket,
Let me take her and grow old."
So we lived in the forest and raised
Our final fruit of the womb.
One day she'll have to gro
Crash (Six Word Story)My brakes screamed, so did I...Crash (Six Word Story)3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
question10question103 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Is there a difference between death and sleep, in both a person is non responsive to the outside world?
Diamond Or Coal E - N - V - I - R - O - N - MDiamond Or Coal4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
E - Hearts are like carbon- N
T - M - A - T - T - E - R - S
A confessionA confession4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In my wildest dreams, you are always play the hero. In my darkest hour of night, you rescue me, you save my life.
The monsters in my dreams cannot defeat you,
the fears within my mind will not stand strong.
I always used to wonder what to do,
I've never had to worry since you came along.
You're nothing short of my everything.
I sometimes think back to 'before',
when I had nobody to care for.
Then I return here with more,
A friend, I love and adore.
I love you, not only for what you are, but for what I am when I am with you.
I never believed I could be new,
I thought I could survive on my own.
That was all before I met you,
and you took me outside my comfort zone.
To be your friend was all I ever wanted. To be your lover was all I ever dreamed.
You're the most amazing person I know,
You're the best friend I ever had.
You made me happy, helped me grow,
You picked me up when I was sad.
If you love me only in my dreams, let me be asleep forever.