mushroom cloud "an explosion", she saidmushroom cloud7 months ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I turned to ask her what she was talking about when I
caught sight of the tv screen, and for the tiniest of moments I caught
myself thinking that there's something beautiful about that much energy and
so much destruction; energy - would it wipe me off my feet? maybe melt the skin
right off of my bones? heat, death and poison, I don't believe there's much you or I
would be able to feel dying in those flames, and I should probably be ashamed that I
Rhyden InformationRhyden Information1 year ago in Profiles More Like This
Nickname(s): Rhy, Denny
Righty or lefty: Lefty
Weight: 173 lbs
Eye Color: Deep red
Hair Color: Currently Black w/ red streaks (Originally Light Brown)
- Two birthmarks under his Left eye and a few on his lower back.
- Spider bites
- Rhyden has a slim but a bit muscular body. His hair reaching to
his neck, and bangs covering his right eye(nothing hidden, just
kept it as a hairstyle). He eyes droop a bit. his posture is very laid
back, his fingertips usually covered in bandaids, trying to play
guitar. The most he wears is sweatshirts with designs of
bands/logos/etc, followed by skinny jeans and leather boots.
Died at 32(when Rhy was 16), unable to fight the Influenza. She
was the one closest to Rhyden, due to the fact she brought him to
school from time to time and his father was working alot. She
raised him nicely to make sure he wouldnt worry about anything
Birth-DayIn this age of evolved technology, it feels as if the sky has turned black. As if, darkness had taken over; leaving us in this never-ending nightmare. "Peace" just seems like a fabrication of reality that the ones controlling our country use. They use the word "peace" to get their way with the people. They say that they're working for the better future of our country. What a load of crap. Them? Working for our betterment? That's just a load of crap.Birth-Day1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
When children would be born in this country, the countdown would begin for the day when they would grow 10 years old. The age when children would get their Birth-Marks which was a symbol of their Second Birth; the day when a child had a Birth-Mark planted in his or her body. A Birth-Mark was a device that the government used to keep track of the child. From the age of 10 till they died, they knew everything about him or her. It's as if they even held control over the child's heartbeat. There isn't any way for a child to escape the Birth-Day
Lost Symphony - PrologueIt was the eve of night. The moon shone bright in the dark sky, like a candle in the dark. The moonlight served as guidance to those lost, to help them find their way in the darkness that engulfed the land. And in the moonlight, the blood dripped from the throat of a young woman who stood motionless with the knife in her throat. She was in pain. She wanted to scream, but her efforts ended in vain. She wanted to move, but her body said otherwise. Her eyes, wide opened, saw the figure of her younger sister who stood in front of her petrified at the scene she had just witnessed.Lost Symphony - Prologue2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The light in the eyes of the woman began to fade as she fell onto her knees. Her vision became blurred and she began to lose all strength in her body. She took a last glance at her younger sister who broke into tears and sprung towards her to stop her from falling on the ground. But before she could have been held, her body gave up and she fell on the ground in her own pool of blood. She wanted to tell her to run
I HATEI hate RACISMI HATE1 year ago in Philosophical More Like This
I hate HOMOPHOBIA
I hate SEGREGATION
I hate WAR
I hate BULLIES
I hate AGEISM
I hate DISABLEISM
I hate LINGUICISM
I hate SEXISM
I hate TRANSPHOBIA
I hate EMPLOYMENT DISCRIMINATION
I hate RELIGIOUS DISCRIMINATION
I hate RACIAL SEGREGATION
I hate SLAVERY
I hate STEREOTYPING
I hate PREJUDICE
I hate GENOCIDE
I hate ADULTISM
I hate CHILD ABUSE
I hate WOMAN ABUSE
I hate POVERTY
I hate ALCOHOLISM
I hate UNEMPLOYMENT
I hate PEER PRESSURE
I hate CONSCRIPTION
I hate DRUG ABUSE
I hate IGNORANCE
I hate a lot of things... but does that make me a bad person?
looking through windowsmy heart is not a toylooking through windows6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
its fragile like glass
will you break it
or just give it a pass
all it wants is love
hold it close and you will see
there more to life than possesions
theres more to me than it seems
SufferingHere again,Suffering2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've been here before
time and time again.
Orbs of glass,
melt from their defense,
falling down pale cheeks.
Oh, but smile,
smile I might.
Forced to wander,
without the light,
To find my own way.
I beg of thee:
"Set me free,
from this glass prison."
Unable to grasp,
the reason of my sighs,
And, here I am,
One Day_BL mini novel [prologue]One Day_BL mini novel [prologue]9 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It was a quiet night, a cold night at Blake manor. But that night slowly became very loud as a servant ran through the halls. His thin legs strained with every step, his breaths became difficult. He refused to stop as he knew that his pursuers were close. Heart thumping through his small fluffy feline ears, he barely heard the thin, sickly creatures crying out, as they perused, their claws jabbing the carpeted floor with every step closer they took. The servant knew that he would be caught sooner or later, but with this chance, this one last chance; it was all, or nothing. The gates, which seemed so far away, closed and locked shut. He pressed against the walls after turning a sharp corner, taking in a very deep breath, and holding it. The creatures stormed passed him. The servant stood silent, then slowly crept toward the only door near. The main.
The grand hall was very large, but empty. Nothing could conceal him. He clenched his deep purple Japanese robe called a ya
Vitae imagiI knew this was the path, one of many that I had chosen.Vitae imagi2 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tick tock, the clock is dead
To decide to live or to die,
Tick tock, the clock remains eternal.
Here I stand among the dead, mindless and passive.
Tick tock, the clock cannot hear.
The written names, so frail and worn,
Tick tock, the clock won’t wither.
Various mourners, confer and weep.
Tick tock, the clock would not stop.
And then, there you are, laying beneath the grassy greens.
Tick tock, the clock becomes motionless.
Orbs of blue, hazed and watery,
Tick tock, the clock has darkened.
Why did you have to leave me?
Damned ---- Amy AmateurIt had to be pass six or seven o’clock. The moon was now visible, shining through the thin blue curtains that hung about the library windows. She sat alone in the cave like library with a book in hand and a cup of hot coco at her side. She read a volume labeled ‘The Things You Can’t See’. It was old and thick, its pages curling and yellowing, its spine shriveled and weak. She had read it many times before, specifically on nights like this when the moon was stained a faint red. It was the only time she really felt at peace, the only time she could get the voices in her mind to dull down to a faint murmur and let her have her own thoughts.Damned ---- Amy Amateur1 month ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Danielle Cheswick looked out the window, her emerald green gaze resting on the moon that both gave her peace and mocked her in the same second. She was alone, and at first she was okay with it, she even felt a little special. But as time passed, not leaving a single ma
How CharmingI'm desperate to find herHow Charming3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
to steal another kiss.
should be simpler than this.