Listening to yourselfSchließ die Augen, fest und stark.Listening to yourself8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Know: You needn't fear the dark.
Remember that lil' shining light!
Gib dich hin, Geborgenheit.
Spürst du Angst? Bezwinge sie!
Trust your hope, just let it be,
lass dich fallen und sei frei.
That's the way how angels fly.
Spread your wings, stay closeneyed,
bis zum Licht ist's nicht mehr weit.
Feeling that you're calming down?
Peace, auf dem wir Freundschaft bau'n.
Where's the dark? It's fully bright.
Da! Dort ist das Licht der Zeit,
das den höchsten Schatz bewahrt:
Love, you closed up in your heart!
Ixumias VergangenheitIxumias Vergangenheit7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Ixumia war nicht immer eine nette und großzügige Dämon-Monster-Dame. Allerdingst ist sie auch nicht wirklich ein Werk von N.M.E.!
N.M.E. ließ Unbekannte Wissenschaftler einfangen und sorgte dafür dass sie, wie Jecra, seine Befehle befolgten. Er floss ihnen das nötigste Wissen ein damit sie Labor-Dämon-Monster-Kopien erstellen konnten, da schwäre Zeiten kamen, weil er viele Monster verlor und er es nicht alleine so schnell schaffte neue Monster zu erschaffen. Die Wissenschaftler bekamen jeweils ein Labor mit allem nötigen das sie brauchten, gut versteckt im Wald. Zunächst sollten sie nur eliminierte Monster bergen, dessen aussehen und jeweiligen Fähigkeiten Kopieren, um Erfahrungen zu sammeln.
Nach einigen Jahren hatte sich die Lage aber nicht gebessert. Deshalb wurden neue Monster mit neuen verbesserten Fähigkeiten benötigt, weil die Sternen-Krieger immer stärker wurden. N.M.E. suchte den besten seiner Wisse
Certain ArtworkMany say that artworkCertain Artwork1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
is pretty to the eyes.
But I say
a certain artwork, poetry,
to the mind.
I am not summer personifiedDo not compare me to a summers day,I am not summer personified1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm an autumn baby, with fallen leaves,
Printed in gold and amber across my skin,
With the deepest red sunset lips,
Offset by snowy skin.
I am the crisp breath of wind,
On oxygen starved lungs.
Forget the call of the heat,
And fall into my mist embrace.
Anthropomorphism for BeginnersI found Grandma on the street todayAnthropomorphism for Beginners3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
reborn as a rock.
I didn't recognize her at first
without her turquoise-rim glasses
or her always-falling-out-in-public teeth;
she was standing in the gutter on her bald,
Mom tells me Grandma's gone to nag God into slaughtering spiders
and taking the farts out of vegetables,
but if you squint your eyes and tilt your head,
you can see Grandma's crooked nose--
the one that she broke
playing badminton last year--
and the way her eyes crinkle at the corners
when she talks about cheating
to beat me at checkers.
And it's just like Grandma to come back as a rock;
Mom's always called her a stubborn old crook,
and it looks like Grandma's holding a bag of stolen money
under her billowing Hippie-Days shirt sleeves
if you turn her just slightly to the right.
I think I'm gonna keep her in my bedroom.
Just in case.
Yaoi VladxHenry ParingYaoi VladxHenry Paring4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It was dark. Dark enough so I couldn't even make out the perfect features of his face. Except for the bright light of the full moon that shined through the curtains, revealing my bare chest.
My heart was racing, beating against my chest as I tried to slow my thoughts.
This isn't right, I thought. This goes against anything I would have thought a month ago. Why am I feeling this? These These urges.
I took a small step to the edge of his bed, in which he laid upon. I sat and faced his direction. I placed my cold hand upon his warm cheek and leaned closer towards his neck. His hot breath sent exciting chills through my body. And oh, how wonderful the smell of his blood rushing through his veins was. I slowly licked the pulsing vein on his neck, up to his cheek. There I sat in his lap breathing his breaths, him breathing mine. He gently leaned forward and our lips touched.
What a wonderful moment. It was so wrong and yet, felt so right. My first real kiss and it was with a guy.
NaPoWriMo: Day 4I might have a scrappers knees,NaPoWriMo: Day 41 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
wildflowers growing on my knuckles,
& I might remind you of every nasty thing
you ever did,
but I don’t see you in my mirror.
I just have the right
to hate my own face.
I think this hitchhiker’s heart
is breaking &
I don’t have the medical skill-
or the time
to suture the pieces
back together again.
Miss SwannWho does he think he is? That guy has tangled with the wrong girl! No one says no to Bella Swann!Miss Swann3 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Huh, darn right!
Dismissed, rejected, publicly humiliatedwhy, it's more than I can bear!
What for? Nothing helps. I'm disgraced.
Who, you? Oh, brother! Bella, you've got to pull yourself together!
Gosh, it disturbs me to see you, Miss Swann,
Looking so downright emo
Every gal here'd love to beat you, Miss Swann,
Even when calling you hoe
There's no girl in lit least admired as you
You're making every baby cry
Nobody's awed or inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why
No one's slick as Miss Swann
No one's sick as Miss Swann
No one's skull's as incredibly thick as Miss Swann's
For there's no character half as phony
Perfectly, purely far-gone
Just ask any fan of Harry or Hermione
And they'll tell you whose team they prefer to be on!
No one's been like Miss Swann
A has-been like Miss Swann
No one deserves a big bop in the chin like Miss Swann
As a heroine, yes,
Happy MemoriesHappy Memories:Happy Memories2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We live in moments
Recorded as memories
Happy in the past
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th April 2012
81 Questions with Chess1. Name: Chess Zire81 Questions with Chess2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
2. Age: 18 years
3. Gender: Female
4. How tall is s/he?: She's pretty lengthy, at 6'.
5. Describe their eyes: Piercing, predatory, golden, and sharp.
6. Sexuality: Chess doesn't differentiate between genders. If you catch her eye, and meet her standards, you're usually screwed either way.
7. Race/Species: Fossafishy~
8. Siblings?: She has a cousin who's still alive, but she doesn't know this, and she has like three other "clutchmates."
9. Lover(s)?: So far, her only interest has been Eddy.
10. Any talents or abilities, even if these are included in your canon (i.e. they can fly, but they live with angels, so everyone can fly)?
The power to turn invisible, and produce painful, near acidic poison.
11. Any talents and abilities that are unusual in their canon (i.e. a psychic human in real life)?
Well, her poison most certainly is.
12. What's their religion/belief system?
Do anything it takes to survive.
13. Have you ever renamed, redesigned, or reworked this perso
Writer's Music MemeHell Song - Sum 41Writer's Music Meme5 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Blitzwing fell to his knees. What would he do? He couldnt think straight. Astrotrain he was dead. He looked in agony over the broken and burned body before him. Why had this happened? What had they done?
Anger filled him and tinted everything red. Autobots they would rot in hell for this. The dark side of the Well of AllSparks. Just because they had been born Decepticons, didnt mean that they had to had to kill his brother.
He glanced up as a shadow fell over him. Megatron? The leader smiled down at him.
Blitzwing. He said. I can help you get revenge.
Blitzwing paused and considered. Then he stood and followed the Decepticon to meet his fate.
Get Out Alive - Three Days Grace
Jetstorm clutched his side painfully and breathed heavily. This battle was one they were losing. The Autobots were outgunned as usual but they were outnumbered too. A few gray bodies littered the field. Jetfire?
I Lost A Friend TodayI lost a friend today, and my heart will never heal.I Lost A Friend Today1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I almost cried, though I expect to cry later, when it sets in.
I lost a friend today, and I don't know how to deal.
I almost lied, but that would be wrong, though I don't believe in sin.
I lost a friend today, and my days will never be the same
I almost choked, though I expect it will happen, when I am alone
I lost a friend today, and I will miss our secret game
I almost broke, but it is coming, from my eyes to my bones
I lost a friend today, and my heart will never heal.
I almost abide, though my mind says no, I can't breathe in air
I lost a friend today, and this poem is how I will deal
I almost cried, at the beginning, but now I feel the tears.
The Erit AffectusA chain of eventsThe Erit Affectus2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
going on and on
Both Greed and Hatred
have decided that
the world needs to be
commanding the far
east of the land,
had seen this coming
long before it did...
Worth and Dignity
try to take on, help the world,
though Wrath quickly
puts them aside.
the Sinful and Prospectful
must be going to war...
Wisdom tries to reason with
for he knew all may be lost,
though Ignorance and Lust
quickly told him off.
Bitterness had plans for Kindness,
although he would stand no chance for her,
Since Equality watches her wearily.
On and on it goes...
emotion after emotion
until there are none left
but Wisdom and Fear.
What You KnowSometimes the disinfectant hurts more than the infection,What You Know1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sometimes the pain is better than the protection.
Sometimes the tears sting more than the smile,
Sometimes the yard tires more than the mile.
Sometimes the blood shines brighter than the blade,
Sometimes the heart is blacker than the spade.
Sometimes the kiss is sharper than the slap,
Sometimes the lure is worth the trap.
Sometimes the night is lighter than the day,
Sometimes the beast is weaker than the prey.
Sometimes the cut hurts less than the sob,
Sometimes the break is harder than the job.
Sometimes the lie is prettier than the truth,
Sometimes the alibi is better than the proof.
Sometimes the hate is kinder than the love,
Sometimes the buzzard is holier than the dove.
Sometimes the loser gains more than the winner,
Sometimes the saint is worse than the sinner.
Sometimes the girl is stronger than the boy,
Sometimes the child is more broken than the toy.
Sometimes the poison is sweeter than the cure,
Sometimes the dirty are
Tight jeans and Theatrical boysI pull up in his dad's drivewayTight jeans and Theatrical boys1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the boy sitting on the stoop
looks like Saint Exupery's treasured little prince.
When he climbs inside my used Sentra,
I tell him about this quirky realization.
"You're both so cute and opinionated."
He grins and replies that it's his favorite book
to read when life is particularly rough.
Cappuccino sips and playful shoves
convert the evening into something
brilliantly unstable and devastatingly 'teenager'.
I want to kiss him violently so we can stop this
annoying game of cat and mouse.
But instead, we discuss music
and other topics that make me feel childish.
He asks where I would go if I could
teleport myself anywhere at any desired time
and I confess that I'd like to visit
someplace up north with a lot of trees and
not enough people to criticize me.
He nods like he understands but I
wonder if he secretly thinks I'm rude.
Propping himself up on the hood of the car,
he takes a long drink and I watch how his
throat works as he swallows
the caramel mi
Storybook EndingHer ink-stained lips have kissed too many a forgotten page,Storybook Ending1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and phoenix down]
And her Prince Charming has yet to come,
shattering like stars]
So all she can do is gaze out her tower window,
concealing poisoned apples]
Clutch that corroded and timeworn blade,
tearing down castle walls]
Toss her childhood fables to the waltzing of the moon,
[even broken wings
wish for happily ever afters]
[once upon a time
there was a girl who became her own hero.]
About sadness.I have always waitedAbout sadness.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
waited for insanity to come.
Everything is rated
by others, but I am all alone.
Buying things to compensate
all the things I ever lost
All things to abbreviate
the urge of things I needed most.
The feeling of happiness
is now filled with loneliness;
sadness with expansion.
Five Dads Five DadsFive Dads1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
In this life I've had 5 dads
A story behind each one
In this life I've had 5 dads
All of them claimed to call me son
The first couldn't control his urges or desires
So he grabbed a women, and by force I was sired
To this day I look in the mirror,
and I see the scars of his past
I was a child never wanted, it was never meant to last
The second took me in, when I was cast out
He raised me and loved me, till a new wife came about
I guess it goes to show
That with affection you never know
What is real and what is fake
Even if a young boys heart is at stake
The third was a savage, that claimed protection and comfort
So my mother took him in, but only pain did he contort
The first month was great, everyone was happy
But then quickly the beatings
Ended every dream that was sappy
As the police car pulled away
My heart laid shattered and broken
But the story does not end
The fourth nightmare must be spoken
He claimed to be a man of honor and respect
But when he was
On AyalaBeneath the trees, betwixt the stately pines,On Ayala2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the Lady and her beastly Lord see all.
The wealdkin loose their tongues and raise their heads
to lift the forest heart with secret songs.
And in their verdant halls, the twain hold court,
attended by the eagle, fox, and hart,
accepting tribute, as is their just due.
A force of heroes, sleeping at their feet,
lie cold and white, until the time shall come
to rise again and fly beyond the mists
in service to the King Returned. But now
a time more yet must pass before they wake,
and life shall slumber still within their veins
until the Lord and Lady call them back
to take their place in wicked earth again.
Then those twain shall rule the city and the wold,
and stone and steel and murder be laid low,
for where the gods of Life should choose to tread,
no grief can fall nor human psyche know
the sting of death. The night will be here soon
when maid and beast will dance beneath the moon.
UntitledIce burns my heart in painUntitled5 days ago in Free Verse More Like This
fire freezes in your veins
if you set my ice on fire
will I burn in desire
ignite my frozen flame
I will be yours untamed
this chaotic frenzy translates the same
love is its only name
Please, forgive me.Like lies, you saidPlease, forgive me.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I make breathing the cosmos
through rose colored lungs
look easy- vertebrae stretched
toward the moon.
& I'm hanging my bones
out to dry, carving Saturn's
rings into my wrists- my
star burst ankles.
I swore then I'd keep my
black tongued poetry
& uprooted limbs far,
far away from you.
But, like lies, galaxies,
& night fevers, you
are the destination
on my star map skin.