AngerVicious anger,Anger9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tearing me up inside
I can't let it out though
For fear of harming someone I love
I wish to be free from this anger
Can you help me?
Save my soul
From this burning fury
Sometimes it's too much too handle…
And I need to let it out
Help me be able to love
So I might learn to let go
For I fear this rage might consume me
Help before it takes over
One word is all I need from you, one word is all it takes
One word of reassurance
Just to know you'll be there
When I need you
I'll try not to hurt you
With this anger of mine
It's unpredictable, I can't control it
But if you help me, I can try…
Story Commission for Alex9721“Silver silent,” he said.Story Commission for Alex97212 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I moved my legs towards him, resting my hand on my thigh, “Silver silent?”
The man smiled candidly at me, “That’s just a special phrase I like to remember you as.”
I tilted my head to the side. The wind upon the beach was unfriendly; the grey clouds that drowned out the sunlight were continuously shoved by the winds mighty hands.
I wanted to ask him what that intended, but by his calm demeanor, I felt like it would just disrupt his tranquility.
The breeze picked up again, exposing my neck to its icy kiss and I trembled, “What are we doing out here again?”
Ryoji sneered, “Enjoying the sunset of course.”
I turned back towards the water, “How will we be able to see it if the clouds are blanketing over it?”
He gradually turned to look at me, “Sometimes you just have to believe.”
I sighed, not having confidence in what he said to be accurate, “What if believing is too in
Boobage PainFor the rather long time they had been together, there was always a certain question riding on Luffy's mind whenever he glanced at Hancock's breasts, or her "honkin' huge tits" as Sanji liked to call them. In Luffy's eyes, giant breasts like that just didn't look very comfortable to be carrying around all the time. So, he decided to ask Hancock about it, in hopes of getting an answer to all of his pondering.Boobage Pain6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"...Do they hurt?" Monkey D. Luffy asked completely out of the blue, taking a light poke at one of Boa Hancock's large, bulging breasts. Hancock herself was a bit taken aback for a moment, but then her lips curled upwards into a soft smile. She completely adored Luffy's affectionately stupid curiosity; it was just one of the many things she loved about him. It was like he knew everything, and yet nothing, at the same time. The fact he was actually touching her cleavage, something she had never allowed anyone to even stare at for more than a few minutes before, only made her heart b
Why Cant You See Me by DaniWhy Cant You See Me by Dani4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Look at me in her damn reflection.
Take a picture of me
and what do you see? Her.
Why cant I have my own body?
Why cant you see me for who I am?
For what I am? Im not her.
Dont you get it? Cant you see me?
Just because Im in her body
doesnt mean I dont exist as me.
If you saw me as I am
would you like me more?
Would you look at me differently?
Im petite with long brown hair that reaches my low back.
I love cute clothes, dancing, partying, stuff like that.
Im not her but you look at me like I am. Why cant you see?
I am not her and she is not me..
all that we have in common is this damn body.
For some reason Im stuck here. Im sorry.
Look at me in her damn reflection.
Take a picture of me
and what do you see? Her.
Im nothing like her.
Shes nothing like me.
Why..why cant you see me?
11 June 2011
Autotheism, by The Faceless.Autotheism, by The Faceless.3 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Greetings everyone. I have returned after a hiatus from submitting, and I thought I would break this dry spell with a very fitting album for this moment.
In case you are new to my reviews, I like to educate people on the band a little before dissecting the album as to why I do and don't like it.
So, The Faceless is a Death Metal band from California, US. Before Sumerian Records ever became popular with it's lineup, all they had was The Faceless, and at the time, The Faceless was another death metal band, slightly bordering in the deathcore genre at times. Their music was well above the bar for their peers in the deathcore scene, which brought tons of praise when they released Akeldama in 2006. After finally settling on a drummer with Lyle Cooper, they entered the studio again in 2008 to release what may have been their best album at the time, Planetary Duality. This was a major improvement on sound, flushing out all the deathcore elements almost completely and going for a
Malkavian Roleplaying GuideMalkavians are by far, the most difficult Clan to roleplay. It's not easy to pull off a convincing Malk, avoiding clichés and ridiculousness. Yet, there are a few simple and easy guidelines I'd like to share with you to help you create or improve your character.Malkavian Roleplaying Guide3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
The tips aren't arranged in any particular order. And they are by no means stiff rules. Instead, they should be treated as advice from the cranky old aunt who has been roleplaying with varying intensity for about a decade.
Shall we get started? We shall.
Malkavians are diverse. What makes this Clan so wonderful, is that virtually anyone can be a Malkavian. Their Embraces may seem random yet Sires, willingly or not, contribute to the Clan's hive mind consciousness when introducing a new Fledgling.
Don't think insanity automatically frees you from any responsibility!
Your character's actions must have their consequences. Being insane is NOT a "Get Out of Jail" card. Yes, your Malk can't help him/herself, but you must
AloneShe sits alone in a corner of the roomAlone11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
On the outside she smiles at everyone
On the inside she's screaming out
Calling out for the help she needs
Knowing no one can hear her
It's better that way, no one understands
They just smile sympathetically
Every time she gets depressed
They don't know it never ends
The pain it never goes away
Somedays she just hides it better
Than other days when she's too weak
She needs help, her mother doesn't agree
Pills don't help we'll work it out together
She doesn't understand it at all
If only she wasn't so blind, she would see
The scars her daughter hides from all
But she'll never know she can't ever know
Once again she'll fall, she'll fail, she'll cut
She doesn't care about the pain she likes it
She wants it, it makes everything fall away
She just burrows inside herself, Alone
A Gypsy's TravelsI assigned myself a visionA Gypsy's Travels2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and resigned myself to a gypsy's travels.
I wandered the precincts
pawning my trinkets for change
instead of cash, collecting experiences
the hue of a prophet's intuition,
a pallet full of perfect memories
painted across the landscape.
I ignited ideas as incense
as I read my lucky cards by candlelight,
melted wax poured out as libation
to the pathways my feet have etched out.
Come Back HomeCome Back Home3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
It had all happened so suddenly. One moment I was lying comfortably in bed, blissfully dreaming and awaiting a new day, and the next I was rushing towards the exit of a burning building with only the warning from the first plumes of smoke reaching my nose as a head start. It was just me and my daughter in the house. At eight years old I was pretty sure she knew what to do in the instance of a fire, but that didn't stop me from panicking. With the ever thickening smoke beginning to starve me of oxygen, I sprinted down the corridor and checked the room that belonged to her just in case. No-one was inside. I scanned the room again, taking in the pink wallpaper, the array of stuffed dolls strewn across the floor and the empty four-poster bed, and confirmed my suspicions. I can still remember how good the sweeping wave of relief that hit me felt as I thought her to be safe. But I learned the hard way that nothing lasts forever.
With a new clarity of mind and only myself to worry about, I le
What a Wonderful WorldI’m noticing thingsWhat a Wonderful World5 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I didn’t before;
Things that I
Just can’t ignore.
Kids getting shot
For the colour of their skin,
Loving being treated
As though it’s a sin.
Sexism running like blood
Through the veins of the media,
Kids killing kids
In High School Hysteria.
People dying instead of
Being who they are,
Children getting shot down
As they reach for the stars.
Faith forming the target
For society’s arrow,
You’re either in too deep
Or you’re way too shallow.
The faithful using the Prince of Peace
To excuse their hatred,
And yelling ‘terrorist!’
At the followers of Mohammed.
Women walking the streets at night
With fear in their hearts,
Men being told to ‘man up’
When their soul is in parts.
Children starving to death
In the land of plenty,
Bigots with medieval views
In the twentieth century.
Kaa companyDeep in the jungles of India rested one of the most fantastic and massive serpents of all time. The mighty snake's name was Kaa, who not only had almost 50 feet of thick, muscular coils that no land animal could resist, but held the fabled power of hypnosis. With his hypnotic abilities he could turn the most fierce fighter into a drooling slave. Kaa particularly enjoyed doing that with his food, right before swallowing it whole and still alive. But in the canopy of the rainforrest he was quite full, and wouldn't need to eat again for a time. Kaa was, unfortunately, bored at the moment. He lay curled up in loops among the tree branches, watching flies lazily.Kaa company6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
"Hmph... Why mussst the jungle be sssso boring?" he wondered, his tongue flicking lazily. But then something caught his attention. A faint odor was in the air, something very distinct. Kaa raised his large head, flicking his tongue more rapidly now, his curiosity piqued.
"What isss thisss?" Kaa murred to himself, smiling a bit. The
10 ways to annoy Castiel10 ways to annoy Castiel10 ways to annoy Castiel5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
1. Show him some Destiel (possibly Samifer) fanfictions.
2. Call him Cassandra.
3. Burn his trenchcoat (doing this will also annoy me)
4. Ask him if the voice on the phone gave him any more minutes.
5. Tease him about being a forty-thousand year old virgin.
6. Get him blackout drunk and do things... When he regains consciousness, tell him you had a great time.
7. Tell him Dean was dreaming of him.
8. Ask him why Dean knows the color of his ass.
9. When he gets mad at you (and makes that adorable face) stage whisper 'Don't mess with the nerdy angels'.
10. Ask him if he was doing Zacheria 'special favors'.
Delicia De La LuzHe muttered and irritably drank from the bottle by his elbow. His eyes, blue and tired, stared at the maps in front of him spread across the large wooden table and could make no sense of what was drawn or written there. He had been at this for hours, trying to find that Spanish galleon with 10 000 reales on board. She had to be there somewhere – his information was good as to that. First hand in fact.Delicia De La Luz1 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
At that he smiled, chortling, and took another swig of rum. Smacking his lips, his mind a little fuzzy – it was late and this was not his first bottle of rum, not by a long shot – he rubbed his sand filled eyes. Glancing out of the stern window he started. It was later than he'd thought. He could just see the edge of the moon. He should have been abed long since. His glance caught the three-candle candelabrum on the table. The candles were more than half burned.
“Damn me...” he murmured, rubbing the back of his neck. He'd have to do this tomorrow. When his pa
Supernatural Jingle BellsDashing through the states,Supernatural Jingle Bells6 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
With a car trunk full of guns.
Seeking out their fates,
Full of danger, daring fun.
Gun shells full of salt,
Making demons pay.
Oh, what thrill it is to vroom
in a 67 Chevrolet.
Oh, demon smoke, Spirit sounds,
Oh what thrill it is to vroom
In a 67 Chevrolet. Hey!
Vampire fangs, shifter skin
Our butts kicked day by day.
Oh, what fun it is to help
In a 67 Chevrolet.
Not so long before,
Dean had went to hell.
Sam was lost and sore,
He tried every spell.
After months had seared,
Nothing was ever said.
Then Castiel appeared,
And pulled Dean from the dead!
Oh, Rugaru hunts, Dracula,
Lilith will not stop,
And there are Angels with big wings. Hey!
Witnesses, Bear doctors,
Alastairs a pain.
Uriel needs to go and die,
Before I go insane!
Oh, Fallen angels, broken seals,
Demons wont go away.
Oh, what fun it is to kill
And have weapons everyday. Hey!
Dean nightmares, Sam powers,
All on through the day.
A Life Of Shame?What gives you the right to judge?A Life Of Shame?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What gives you the right to stare?
What gives you the right to hate us?
What gives you that damn right?
She's my wife
She's my love forever
I just want to hold her hand
I just want to kiss her
Without the staring
Call us names
Give it all you got
But this is not my life of shame
This is my life filled with joy
Filled with tyhe love of my life
Filled with everything I ever wanted
So this is NOT my life of shame
I will not be ashamed of m wife
So you can judge all you want
But I won't be ashamed for my feelings
Because I like who I am today
So tell me
Who are you to judge what's right?
To judge us in general
Or are you just afraid of something you don't know
Or perhaps even jealous of something you miss?
This is not my life of shame
Lesbians are also human
And we will not be ashamed of our feelings
So who are you to judge us?
This is Halloween!This is Halloween:This is Halloween!2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Boys and girls of every age
Wouldn't you like to see something strange?
Come with me and you will see
The friends I've hung down from this tree...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Corpses scream in the dead of night!
This is Halloween, everybody make a scene
Trick or treat till the neighbors gonna die of fright.
It's our town, everybody scream!
In this town of Halloween...
I am the one hiding under your bed;
Licking your hand with a tongue so red and -
I am the one crawling up your stairs,
Thump-thump-drag, when no one's there...
This is Halloween, this is Halloween
Halloween! Halloween! Halloween! Halloween!
In this town we call home
Everyone hail to the pumpkin song.
In this town, don't we love it now?
Everybody's waiting for the next surprise!
Round that corner man, Jockey in the trash can;
Hunters waiting now to pounce, and how you'll...
Scream! This is Halloween
Sadako is on the screen!
Aren't you scared?
Well, that's just fine!
Game Industry Advice4studentsI was asked by an aspiring 3d artist who was about a year from actually attending college, for some advice about the gaming industry and this is what I had to say to her. She was specifically thinking about going to Digipen, which is the same college I went to. But the advice applies to just about any school that offers a program in "video game' 3d art.Game Industry Advice4students5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Well, there are a few things I'd suggest you do, if you have the goal of being a 3D Artist in the gaming industry.
First off, you need to really decide if you want to aim for the gaming industry or production film 3d.
Most schools that offer degrees in 3D Animation could go either way. The big animation projects that they all have you do are big prerendered, storyboarded 3d animated sequencees - which is obviously much more along the lines of film production. The limitations and techniques used in a planed out, storyboarded 30sec/1-2min animation are entirely different from the limitations and techniques used
His name was JimHis name was Jim2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All were gathered 'round the fire when someone asked: "Where's Jim?
It's cold as hell out here and could someone look for him?"
Ragged Sally volunteered and Uncle Buck did too.
Together they would look for Jim down Second avenue.
Up and down and round and round but Jim was nowhere seen.
For supper he was always game and late he'd never been.
A cold wind blew as snowflakes fell upon the icy street.
Just one more round they'd make before they would concede defeat.
Sally thought she'd heard a cry, or was it just the wind?
Buck thought best to head on back, next morning try again.
As they passed the little bridge 'bove Second avenue,
Buck saw something moving on the pavement down below.
There lay Jim in his crumpled vest, his eyes toward the sky.
They rushed to him but 'twas too late, they both began to cry.
He never mentioned family or gave out his last name.
To think he'd died without their love was truly quite a shame.
The paper said a homeless man was found under a bridge.
The paper le
We Need Villains NOT HeroesFor the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.We Need Villains NOT Heroes2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life, he is only thinking about the next step. Where will I go next? Who will I be dating, what shall I enjoy next in life?
There is no thought of altruism; no sense of assistance for another. He could walk down an alleyway filled with the homeless and nothing would change...
If that is the case, then what is the path of truth? Is it doing
You should never attack a poet,we are the best at exploiting weakness.You should never attack a poet,2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the night you took a scalpel to my chest
& fed my heart to the stars,
you told me i could hate you
if i needed to.
with an exorcism
i tried to cast you out
of my body.
i was contorted limbs:
the language of tongues
trying to find myself
in the cosmos
of lit kerosene fingertips,
& the kinds of habits
that only choke me at 3am -
when my eyes aren’t yet heavy
enough for sleep;
my mind tells me to do awful things.
between fucking &
you are the calories
in the mathematical equation
i think of shy moons
and i don’t eat for three days.
you only liked me
when this poetic tongue
space shrapnel aside-
you’re too far down now
for even the stars
to graph you into their maps.
Think of This..You want to end it?Think of This..2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Think of this.
You write your suicide note... And you set it on the table.
You take your razor, your silver, two inch razor. And you start to slide it across your wrist. You barely feel a thing. After all, the pain of life is more than the pain of the blade.
And you take that belt you never wore, the one that was too tight, the one you starved yourself to fit into. And you wrap it once, twice around your neck... and you pull it tight.
Barely breathing, you put the ends of the belt on something to hold you up.
Something to strangle you.
Something to kill you.
And you die.
And that's the end, right?
So, so wrong.
Your younger brother, the four year old little boy that you loved so much. He walks into your room, only to find you hanging there, lifelessly. Only to find you with dried tears on your pale face. Only to find your suicide note... the one you left right before you died.
And so he runs in tears to your mother. And she reads the note, barely able to brea
Six Word Story: BeginningsThe daySix Word Story: Beginnings9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This