Too Much SilenceThere is no loud noiseToo Much Silence2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No mouse to make a peep
No echo to travel deep
For there is too much silence
Try to make a sound
All the noise will simply drown
Absorbed by the walls
For there is too much silence
One may sacrifice the peace
Just to get the noise they seek
To occupy the empty spaces of the week
For there is too much silence
This nothingness might drive one insane
Cause one endless pain
All this effort for noise would be in vain
For this is what happens when there is too much silence
This causes one to feel alone
OPINIONATEDIf I am right and you are wrongOPINIONATED2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How does that help you?
If you are right and I am wrong
How does that help me?
Like a cloth over the birdcage
Opinion states it is night
Though outside it is day
A conclusion driven by ego
Casts a veil over knowledge
Opinion wants no answer
Seeks no question
It desires only ignorance
In a state of truth
There are no questions
No need for answers
When knowledge is known
Opinions are worthless
A Tree with Very Few BranchesWe spend our existance climbing a tree with very few branchesA Tree with Very Few Branches2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The first couple of steps are easy and natural
But eventually we must decide which direction to take
There is a simpler path with many more branches
Yet the other path will allow us to ascend higher
Both paths conclude somewhere
And to gain altitude means waiting for a twig to strengthen into a branch
So we wait
Knowing if we test the twig before it is ready it will break
And we may fall back to another level of the tree or to the ground
But still we wait
As time passes we watch as fruit is produced from this tree
Praying that no creature will devour it
But we watch helplessly as small insects slowly rot it from the inside out
Corrupting our perfection
Some try to climb out on the branch to hold on to the fruit
To cradle it in there arms, protecting it from the menaces of the tree
But one cannot hold on to the fruit forever
Eventually the fruit must be put down in order to ascend higher
The twig is now a branch
So onward we
Beltane Faery CakesBeltane Faery CakesBeltane Faery Cakes4 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
These cakes were left in the garden to please Faery visitors. If you plan to leave an offering to the Faery, double the recipe to keep some for your family. They're scrumptious.
1/2 cup sweet white wine (I used water, came out just as well!)
2 tablespoons sugar
1 cup honey (A lighter honey seems to taste better)
2/3 cup flour
1/8 teaspoon nutmeg (Don't use alot! Very overpowering!)
1/8 teaspoon cinnamon
Oil for frying
1/8 teaspoon salt
Beat the wine (or substitute) & egg in a medium bowl. Combine the flour, cinnamon, salt & sugar in a small bowl. Stir into the egg mixture. Let stand 30 minutes. Combine the honey & nutmeg in a small bowl.
Heat 1/2-inch of the oil in a frying pan until hot, but not smoking. Drop the batter into the oil 1 tablespoon at a time; fry until golden brown. Drain on paper towels. Dip into the honey.
Received recipe from herbalmusings.com - (...) = my notes. Enjoy!
I Once Loved...She was beautiful.I Once Loved...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And twas I who loved her...
I held her in these hands,
Like a warm blanket,
Comforting and kind.
But she was a bitter poison, toxic and deadly.
No antidote to her venom;
I wasted away with delirious eyes.
A coward they called her,
And it was the truth!.
But to save myself, I would have her bleed.
Her heart a raw panacea;
Crunched between my teeth...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd July 2013
april 23rdwe are so far awayapril 23rd1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the center of the universe.
yet there is music aloud in my head, and my strands of unconscious and conscious thoughts weave a web of sound and noise.
my heart is in my throat as I watch them trip all around me, and my words of warning can only be silence to them. I feel their wounds reciprocated here, in my chest. I, too, trip over guilt and irrevocable circumstances.
I repeat words of reassurance to myself, but don’t really believe them. of all people, I know the weakness of words. a house of words can still be burned down, a strongly woven shield of them can still be battened away
and I wonder how much words matter if there is no one who will hear them.
Fearless: Chapter OneFearless: Chapter One5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
No world is perfect. Not even a world where giants and humans coexist. There’s still bullying, belittling, bankruptcy, business frauds, lying, cheating, stealing, killing; everything that I imagine a sin-ridden world would have. We’re lucky though, because here on Tare, our blemished, beautiful planet, there are laws that punish those who do wrong. We’re fortunate, because for every criminal, there are at least three law enforcers. We’re blessed, because it’s not often that we humans are terribly endangered by the giants that surround us. In fact, we’re more of a plague to them than they are to us.
Let me explain myself.
My name is Ellie Parker, and I am a descendant of one of the one thousand humans who were sent to live on this planet after earth was so brimming with war and hatred that no one could live in safety. Of course, that was almost four hundred years ago. While we do have the knowledge of space travel at hand, our civilization is on
Birthday, yeeey! Thank You Everyone!This year i received the Best Gift i could ask for:Birthday, yeeey! Thank You Everyone!2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Thank you for your Support,
Thank you to the ones who decided to watch me for some mysterious reason,
Thank you to the ones who believe in Hidden Pencils as much as i do and want to help deserving artists to get the exposure they.. deserve!
Thank you to the ones who still go on drawing, no matter what and no matter the destructive critiques, you are just.. my strenght, and when i feel down i look at you and realize that everything is possible,
Thank you to the awesome talented artists out there because they keep sharing with us their awesomely inspiring works..
..And thank you to the beginning artists, because you have nothing less than talented ones: you are human beings, unique human beings.. and your works just lack the "technical" knowledge you still don't have, but people can already see all the passion and dedication, effort, you put in your works, giving them a soul!
Thank you to everyone for being so awesome and making t
there's always room for cake.Pairing: John/Davethere's always room for cake.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
Warnings: Extreme weight gain, stuffing/feeding, my writing.
"You have got to be kidding me! Baby Mario, I swear I'm going to punch you in the baby dick if you run me over one more time!" You flail your controller as you're smushed for the third time this race.
"Why are babies even driving, is this some bleak Mario future where children are forced to compete in death races," Dave says, "are they promised diapers and a cash prize if they get first place."
You snort at the comment, but your attention is quickly brought back to the game when you take eighth place. "Aw, what! Man, I really need to step my game up."
"Let's be honest here, are you ever going to beat me at Mario Kart? Or the CPUs for that matter?"
You can see the smirk pulling the corner of his mouth and you sigh. Without leaving your spot on the floor, you turn off the system with you toe and change the television back to cable; Dave just puts his controller down and settl
MSPA: Heir of Cheesecake(WARNINGS: John/Dave, stuffing, major weight gain, m/m sex)MSPA: Heir of Cheesecake3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Hm. Did John like strawberry? He could never remember these sorts of things.
Dave stood in front of a large shelf packed with various cheesecakes, scanning over the labels for what must have been the sixth time. Beside him, the shopping cart sat patiently, filled with both his usual diet of TV dinners and microwave meals and a pile of cheap, admittably unhealthy snack foods. He never really cared about the sugary things in life, but he had no intention of eating them himself either way.
It had been two months since Dave and John had taken up living together. Both were at the point in life where they had outgrown childhood yet hadn't quite become adults, and sharing one apartment meant they could consodilate living costs. Then again, John's dad was unbelieveably supportive, and his high position on the ladder of businessmen meant John had little trouble landing a sedimentary yet well-paying job. Dave's DJ work was just the icin
PetalsThe grass tickled between her toes as her father toiled away with the roses by the letterbox. She watched his fingers weave between the thorns to pat the soil around each bush, humming to some John Lennon song she couldn't put a name to. Despite the sun just tipping the horizon, she saw sweat prickling his brow and his eyes squinting against the light. The fine lines on his face were suddenly accentuated by shadow, and for a moment, she swelled with wonder.Petals1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Maria, come here,' he said, waving her over. 'You're not going to learn anything sitting all the way over there.'
Excitement sparked her limbs into motion, and she crawled over to sit next to him, careful to tuck her skirt beneath her thighs to avoid the dirt.
He picked up a pair of clippers from beside him. 'Now, you need to snipe back these diseased parts here and there from the base of the plant. It helps it grow better.'
Snipping off two pieces of wood with ease, he deposited them in Maria's outstretched hand. Their rough textu
What's Left Behind...Some days I find myself staggering from this hovel;What's Left Behind...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To stand with shaking legs upon the window ledge.
I look down at the tiny world below, wind rushing before me;
And I wonder if I'll be able to fly tonight...
The caress of the wind, so gentle upon my skin.
One step, one leap and I'd dip myself into the eye of the storm.
But just before my courage sends me;
Just before I take the final plunge.
I find myself looking back, at the world I'd leave behind...
Stacks of paper and a pot of ink,
Reams of stories too precious to burn.
Ideas and fears both rolled into one;
And pages of poetry left undone...
It always leaves me smiling...
For these were the treasures so close to my heart.
They are the wealth of my mind; my soul, my art.
And I could never ever leave them be,
Where another might burn them, without thinking of me...
"Apologies father, I cannot join you yet:
For in this world, a treasure still exists.
A treasure tha
MSPA: Heir of Wine(WARNINGS: John/Rose, John/Dave, stuffing, weight gain, feeding, alcohol)MSPA: Heir of Wine3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
As she pulled into the winding road leading towards the mansion, Rose was silently thankful to whatever ancient deities presided over the realm of driving. She had only received her license two weeks ago, and while her mother saw no problem with entrusting her with an extraordinarily expensive car, she was still a tad worried about those ditches lining the highways.
It had been John's idea to visit Rose during a vacation he earned for "excellent attendance", although Dave insisted it was more along the lines of "being too fat for the office chairs". It also likely had to do with Easter coming up. Regardless of the reason, a full eight days off had been secured, and Rose was more than happy for the company. It turned out, she had gotten much more company than she expected.
When she met John at the airport, that Monday morning, she had been more than a little surprised at the Heir's gains. John had weighed in at a
Chelsea Part 1Chelsea was drunk.Chelsea Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Andy was sitting on the couch, listening to the general background noise that most parties included: yelling, arguing, laughter, music, a TV show that nobody was watching. His eyes, however, were locked one one thing: Chelsea. Chelsea wasn't bone thin, but she couldn't be considered anything other than "average" weight. Normal ass, normal breasts, normal stomach. However, she was currently drunk, and Andy had noticed that she was on her 4th visit to the snack table. To call it a snack table was certainly a misnomer: there was pizza, chicken wings, several gallons of soda, eight different types of booze, and two gigantic bowls, one filled with popcorn and one filled with chips. Kettle chips, by the look of it, but Andy wasn't sure. So here Andy was, at a party he went to on a limb, watching this gorgeous girl get food. Her shoulder length hair was about 2 inch
Lie to MeThere are those who stare into the water's edge.Lie to Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Gleaming eyes fixed upon their reflections.
I am beautiful! they say to themselves,
And all of you must accept that as true!
To say otherwise would be a social suicide.
Their friends will defend them to the bitterest end.
In a circle of illusions cast by the group,
You are forced to accept this person as 'pretty'.
To me you are not beautiful, you are simply lazy.
You have done nothing for yourself,
And now you wish me to accept you?
But I must tell you the truth.
And though that truth may wound you,
I believe it is for the best:
Because girl, dayum! You just look so bad that my eyes are cryin' YOU a river.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 11th August 2013
The Story of LilaOnce upon a time, there was a girl named Lila.The Story of Lila9 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Now, Lila wasn't like the other girls. While they liked to prance around in frilly outfits, Lila preferred her play pants.
Lila liked to run around and fish and swim. The other girls were grossed out by the worms and insects Lila found so fascinating.
She liked to play dress-up and pretend. Sometimes she would pretend she was a princess or a mommy, but most often, she'd pretend she was a prince or a hero or a daddy.
Sometimes she would play dolls or house with the other girls, but most of the time, she preferred the company of the boys instead.
As Lila got older, and the other girls got into makeup and clothes and gossip, Lila found herself not wanting to have anything to do with them. She felt that they only cared about their appearance and didn't like to talk about smart things like she did. She thought it made them silly and stupid.
Lila continued to be friends mainly with the boys, but sometimes she wished she had more female friends t
But I will.Fight me.But I will.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I promise not to fight back.
I promise to smile, I promise to laugh.
I promise to be nice
Even if it's a sacrifice.
I promise to be strong
Even when you treat me wrong.
Because I've learned how to deal with ignorance
Better than you've learned how to use it.
And I promise to smile, and promise to laugh.
Yes, I promise.
I won't (but I will) fight back.
Death Takes Two SugarsDeath knocked on the doorDeath Takes Two Sugars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
came inside without invitation
poured herself some tea
and asked for a story.
He laughed at all the right parts,
cried when I cried,
asked for more than she received
It cried with me and laughed with me
sipping their tea and listening
she wondered what I didn’t do
then told me how idiotic I was.
He told me about the children
I could have had but didn’t
and the falls that lifted me up
with the loss of others.
The story of how I almost killed a girl
when she ran into the street
scared her to run into the arms of her father
and never ran into the street again.
The tale of the man who was meant for me
yet still didn’t want me
and that was not my fault but his
for his life went on a different path.
Death pushed in his chair and declared,
‘It’s time for you to go’
despite my tea’s warmth
and my story was not quite finished.
‘I’m not ready to go’
I bellowed and threw my cup