What Forever IsTicks and tocksWhat Forever Is5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
drip from the frozen clock,
whispering four in the morning to the swaying floor.
My breath tastes like stars,
masked by greedy clouds,
and painted in an suffocating autumn breeze.
My fingers play muffled chords,
between neighbor's snores,
to an invisible audience, hidden in the creaks of the house.
The air smells of pencil shavings,
and stuffed animal tears,
and relaxation coats my bare limbs, on each icy breath of wind.
"I've figured it out,"
I whisper to myself in the dark,
mind painted in serene shades of green,
as my eyelids flutter like drowning paperdolls.
Your name falls from my lips when I close my eyes,
to no one but my bedroom walls,
and bedraggled zebras painted in eyeliner.
You tuck me in,
feet pulled from under the covers,
and plant a kiss on the hollow of my neck,
bare bodies nestled as one.
Your strong arms pull me from jarring nightmares.
You tuck my toes between your legs when they're cold.
It's you that sp
Guin Saga Anime ReviewGuin Saga Anime Review4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
When the nation of Parros is invavded by the Mongauli army, twins Prince Remus and Princess Rinda barely escape with their lives from their devastated homeland. Now by themselves, they are found by Mongauli soldiers, but are saved by a man with a Leopard head, who possesses great strength and cunning, but remembers nothing of his past.
Alone, the three set off into the world, with the twins hoping to reclaim their nation, whilst Guin hopes to retain his memories. On the way they meet many friends and allies, from a savvy mercenary called Istavan to the Princess of the Mongauli army, Princess Amnelis.
This Is Guin Saga, by Studio Satelight (April 5, 2009 September 27, 2009)
It surprised me that up until a year ago, I had never heard of Guin Saga, at all. It's surprising because of two big reasons. For starters, this series is based on the longest running book series of all time. I'm not kidding, they're based off of a book series that started in 1979, and had been ongoing until 2
Don't WorryDon't worry. I know girls like me are not asked out by people like you. Girls like me are not asked out at all.Don't Worry5 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Don't worry. Some of us learn to give up all hope early. Others cling to the fantasy that maybe someone isn't that shallow. That their liberator will be someone who looks past the cosmetic imperfections, to the soul underneath.
Don't worry. I am not one of them. I do not believe a single person can actually look at me and find my soul, buried deep underneath my insecurities.
Don't worry. I do not hold it against them, either. You and I were raised in a sad, cruel world where the only way to be beautiful is to be unnatural. I look at myself in the mirror, noting down all the things I would change if I could. Noting that if I could date anyone, it certainly would not be this ugly creature staring back at me.
Don't worry. I tell myself I am not shallow enough to get cosmetic surgery, or starve myself thin. I tell myself that somewhere, somebody will love me, even with all my imp
Ignite MeMake me hotter than the mantle of the Earth,Ignite Me5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and paint my skin with burnt-out charcoal.
Make my organs feel like fireflies.
Burn my tongue with your white-hot passion
and then kiss away the burns on every limb,
with lips that tickle like forest fires .
Make our sweat feel like dewdrops,
that come with the sunrise, spilt like crimson wine.
Light the sky on fire,
and we'll burn it down to the last glowing embers
amongst trilobite fossil clouds.
Inhale this smoke,
my hot breath on your lips and neck.
Let me asphyxiate you with fiery eyes
and kisses that take both of our breath away.
Leaving our chests rising
like anxious butterflies
caught in the blaze.
Falling like ash,
the fire's shadowy snowflakes.
Until we are splayed
the fire still blazing, reflected in our glistening gazes,
and arms wrapped around each other,
hearts pounding with their own flickering flames.
I Wish I Wouldn't Have...I just wish I wouldn't haveI Wish I Wouldn't Have...5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Made the mistake of falling for the one girl that wouldn't bother picking myself up off the floor. I'm still left on the cold tile with nothing but a spatula trying to scrape up my skin and bones and mold them back into something not totally repulsive to the eyes.
Decided to get behind the wheel of my car when my BAC was higher than the dollar value of a quarter and my depth perception was worse than that time I received a concussion severe enough to blur my vision and slur my words. The part that scares me the most is that I let you hop into the passenger's seat and I kept driving despite the fact I was on the wrong side of the road ½ of the time, in a ditch ¼ of the time, and daring God to teach me a lesson the other 1/4 of the time. I think the only reason I didn't flunk is because you were in the car with me and it would have been cruel and unusual punishment to take your life as well for my severely inebriated decision-making.
The Truth About HufflepuffsHufflepuff: The Nearly-Forgotten House of Hogwarts</i>The Truth About Hufflepuffs7 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
In the Harry Potter series, there are four separate houses of Hogwarts: Gryffindor, the house representing courage and justice. Ravenclaw, representing intelligence and wisdom. Slytherin, representing ambition and resourcefulness. Hufflepuff, representing loyalty and tolerance. Each of these houses embody important virtues. So why do many people assume that Hufflepuffs are useless?
I recall the Sorting Hat song which mentions Helga Hufflepuff's statement "I'll take the lot" when the other founders revealed what virtues they would value in their students. I feel that this statement by Hufflepuff has been vastly misinterpreted by many fans of the series. As the importance of blood status has always been a major issue in the Wizarding World, to the point that that Godric Gryffindor and Salazar Slytherin (who were great friends before founding Hogwarts) came to resent each other
Rock of Misfortune Pt6 ::: TGRock of Misfortune Pt6 ::: TG3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Okay, so from what I remember and re-read, there was a enemy in the last chapter that was about to kill Elizabeth and Alicia but then Olivia comes at the nick of time and hands some weapons to the two girls and then the two girls destroyed the wolf demon while Olivia faints from exhaustion and the two girls decided to go to sleep as well.
::[Tuesday - Morning]::
The early sun rises sometime around 7 AM and Elizabeth and Alicia attempts to crawl out of their bed still tired from what happened last night. "Ehhhh..... Do.... do we really have to go too school? I barely got any sleep..." Elizabeth says as she slips onto the floor. "I didn't get any sleep as well Elizabeth.... but we have too, we cant afford to skip school.... besides... we could tell Kaede of what happened last night..." Alicia then yawns as she stretches out of bed. Elizabeth then slowly rises from the floor "Want to check up on the brat and she how she's feeling?" stretching to wake herself up. "We have to, we have to th
RegretI thought of you todayRegret7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It was so cold, for the winter chill just began its war
With the warmth of the sun that we all want
That we all need
Because you were my sun
Is it that obvious that leaving you was the worst mistake of my life?
I was scared and I don't blame you for hating me
Because I blame myself
I hope youre happy
Sometimes I call to see if youre okay
Silence picks up after the crackle of the lines
Of my cell phone reaching yours
But its not the same
I want your voice
Do you want mine?
Im shattered inside
Maybe its my consequence
For running from you (its my best defense)
Because I know I let you down
I spent all last night tearing down
But I'm so tired of running from you
I stopped and caught my breath
Looked and saw how far behind you were from me
In my heart I believe my love for you is everlasting
I'll close the door when you let me through
Oh my dear I needed you
I'll say the words I always knew
And maybe then you'll see it too
Riverbank DovesHer pale fingertips, lithe and limber, and born to dance across ivory and ebony, were intertwined with a red silk ribbon, dancing across the sky, and whispering to the clouds. She carried a white dove on that string with her, wings the color of frostbitten windowpanes. Walking, with bare soles across the eastern riverbank of wave kissed pebbles, she carried that small prospect of peace with her, wondering where home was if her heart had no place.Riverbank Doves5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The shore told her stories of other souls that had walked the same banks, tales that curved through history books and hourglasses. Her dove, the shade of the moon, sweeping it navy velvet overcoat over its shoulders, played in the long grass, crying for distant places and lost homes that only came to it in dreams. The girl learned to mimic the moans that the bird let out, so that her own sobs could be covered by the blanket of the bird's mournful songs.
Nighttime came for the pair, when the traffic slowed to only the rare streak of light in th
Duplicate (Poem)Duplicate (Poem)3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
They built me in the shadows
And bled my sallow, rigid
Blood until I was a waif
And bent on hell's revenge.
At the toll of torn benevolence
Rose my mother and my
Forefathers; yet none of
Them could ever stand with me.
They construct my heart from
Beating tissue of living flesh,
Ripped from the shreds and
Tatters of rotting, sour souls.
And so, here I lie, a product
Of a broken past and the
Malicious intent of men who
Were better strangled by fate.
Let no one find me, for I can
Do this on my wretched own.
Decrepit and disillusioned; no
One dares release my fetid bonds.
Yet I can hear the machinist's
Machines working for the men
Who bulk and exhaust their
Inhuman, sanguinary steam.
They incite my rage as I lie
On the cusp of sleepless sleep,
A savant of all the idiots that
Cannot stand their ground.
I can sense them, their crooked
Thoughts and smiles, bound
To bondage of kings and serfs
They sow an unrepentant land.
Hear me, now; I will end this
Sin to flawed perfection.
I will liv
Dreaming KittenAs you sleep in the palm of my handDreaming Kitten5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I will wish you a restful peace
And although on my mood you depend
I shall never my whim release
All the curtains will softly close
With a rustle of crispy gauze
And I'll sit at the hearthrug's rim
As you silently so repose
At the embers I wistfully look
But they tell me no secret words
Of the playthings you'll have in your nook
Or of where you may chase the birds ...
Yes, I know, this has all yet to be
After years upon years have passed
When you will be so wayward and free
And my palm will not hold you fast
But as yet you still sleep in my hand
And I ponder of what you dream
Of a far-away gone kitten land?
Or a saucer of holiday cream?
Of the future winnings, perchance
Earned in battles of tumbleweed life
And of springtime for your wedding dance
For alliance of husband and wife ...
And your eyes, they are tightly shut
And your breathing is lisping low
Sleepy-sleepy, my sweet, tut-tut
In the feather-down evening glow ...
Avenge My AngelShe's all dressed up,Avenge My Angel5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
with no where to go.
That pale rose skirt,
and her hair in a bow.
She sings to herself
because nobody's home.
Her mother's upstairs,
Rose petal nails,
and ivory skin.
She's an Earth-bound angel,
in a world of sin.
And she doesn't see him,
as she walks by.
A polite smile,
just another "that guy".
But he wants her,
like he's never wanted before.
He'll be the savior,
in this angel's dark world.
But the day he makes his move,
her mother drinks too much.
Her father returns,
and his love burns to ash.
Screams from the windows,
flames from the door.
The sirens start to wail,
as the rain starts to pour.
With his hood on his head,
his eyes turn to steel.
As the wind whips his face,
he refuses to feel.
And all he can see,
in his pounding head,
is his lover's dark father,
and how he wants him dead.
So with her beautiful corpse,
screaming for vengeance,
he kisses her goodbye,
sends her home to the Heavens.
And he turns for the road,
he last saw his back.
Innocence DreamsSkyscrapers paint the sky in flames of a receding sun.Innocence Dreams5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Embers to ashes, as the phoenix rises and falls.
Stars blossom from the cinders,
reflections of the city lights,
a city that seems to never wake from their cold slumber.
Young lovers, big dreamers,
with backs to the Earth,
and kisses whispered to fireflies.
Dreams of the ocean,
a house that overlooks it all.
Morning love on the beach,
and bonfires under the setting moon.
Dreams of flying, dreams of horseback,
dreams of playful ghosts and baby boys.
Dreams of living,
where inspiration isn't crushed,
by the rubble of a crumbling town.
Imagination without restriction or the drone of logic.
They're both lost in a blinded crowd,
with angel wings that no one sees.
They've both got hearts that speak words capable of swaying the world.
The ones on the hill,
where nothing matters but each other,
and the murmur of the wind between the grass.
No one sees, no one hears,
as they get lost in their search for a better place.
A place where their w
Basics of Make UpBasics of Make Up5 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Basics of Make Up!
A lot of people asked to give them advice about how to do make up, so I collected the important things. But I'm not saying that eyeryone should do it in this way, I just want to give some help.
So here you go :
Some advices for choosing your make up-type:
- first, you need to make sure which colours fit your skintone! For example, if you have a bit darker skintone, brown hair and brown eyes, never use blue eyeshadow on the upper eyelids! It's very important, you don't want to look tasteless. Apply the colour and ask your friends, how does it look on you, or ask a professional.
Simple or Dramatic?
- unfortunately dramatic make up with bright colours and bold eyeliner doesn't fit everyone. Make sure you didn't overdo your everyday look.
- so which shade emphasize your eyecolour? Examine the colour wheel: the complementer colours are in front of each other, they're opposites (green-red, blue-orange, yellow-purple) they emphasize each other. You ca
The Final GoodbyePain clouds her eyes,The Final Goodbye5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like blooming bruises across her vision,
and she tears another scream from her lungs,
as she convulses on the hospital bed.
Blood drips from between her legs,
staining the bleached covers in brutal truth,
and her eyes roll wildly, searching for him.
His name splinters the air,
Their mingled tears chill the air,
and her hands claw at his.
"If I don't make it..."
He roars at her,
"You're going to make it."
But his ferocity is lost between pleading prayers.
He grabs at her chin,
that has sunk to her chest in defeat,
and his eyes beg hers,
as sobs break from his lips.
The doctors are bloodied,
red latex gloves
fighting for what's already lost.
"If I don't make it..."
to violet eyelids,
Her rolling eyes grab his,
her last bated breaths fierce,
against his lips.
"If I don't make it,
tell her she's beautiful everyday.
She needs to hear it."
His tears fall on her face,
as her plac
Human, BeingHuman, Being6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
There was a time, not long ago, I would have given anything to be something else.
Ever since I was little I wanted to be an animal. It didn't really matter what animal, as long as it was an animal. Animals were beautiful effortlessly, it seemed to me, and oh so deserving of love, admiration, respect, and affection. I was not. I was less than perfect, unlovable as a little girl, and so I sought to be an animal. It had to be better than being a human, especially a chubby little girl who nobody understood.
As I grew, I centered my life around this belief, that it would be better to be other. At first it was unicorns and horses, then it was the fiery power of dragons, and finally the mysterious grace of wolves. I thought that if I could somehow learn the ways of wolves, perhaps I might find a way to become one of them someday. Perhaps I could find four feet and race into the wilderness
PrecariouslyThe venom that dripped from her lipsPrecariously3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
was that which you wouldn't expect from such an unassuming girl,
but she spit gasoline and her tongue had the treacherous tell-tale taste of sulfur and flint.
There was no way of mistaking that fire that coursed through her veins
and caused her pulse to whiplash anyone who tried to prove her wrong.
She hated condescension, and arrogance, and the smell of her hair after a shower,
but lived recklessly for sunsets
and stargazing and
sleeping with the window open,
just in case her heart decided to go skinny-dipping with the man on the moon.
She was all wrong for me,
and even worse for herself,
but I've always been attracted to fire,
and this girl was a wildfire with a death wish and a bucket list
that included, "Fuck the president behind a 7-11",
and "Arm-wrestle Jesus".
She was what my momma called "the wrong side of the tracks",
and my preacher called "the devil in hiding",
but she never liked church much anyways,
and I don't think it really suited he
Love Me Like This Is Our LastThrow me onto the bed,Love Me Like This Is Our Last5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like between the covers holds a valley
where dinosaurs still breathe.
Where baby triceratops breed between our birthmarks,
shaped like great pyramids,
and the big dipper,
and the other six dozen world wonders I've found on your body.
Where I can ride long necks,
whose spines remind me of ivory and ebony keys,
vertebrae painted in black and white and varying shades of bruise
as my fingers run their length.
Press your lips to me,
like you're a junkie looking for that one last fix
before the cops close in.
Like I've got your need on my cheekbones,
and the curves of my ankles,
and the tender skin of my inner thighs,
where sweet sweat starts to dew when you run your hands across me.
Hold me to you,
like the angels have all become arsonists,
and the sky is on fire
with red wine and cat-tail oranges.
Like the buildings are crumbling,
and the only thing that can put out the flames
is the perfect chorus your breaths make when they mingle with my moans,
enough to make the
I'm SorryI'm sorry for the time I spentI'm Sorry9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lying in your arms
I'm sorry for the joy I felt
Falling for your charms
I'm sorry for the love we shared
Or at least I felt for you
I'm sorry for your wasted time
And your tainted innocence to
I'm sorry that you feel this way
And feel that this is best
I'm sorry for the tears I shed
And the heaving of my chest
I'm sorry, love, I really am
For everything I've done
But most of all I'm sorry
That I thought you were the one
Echo of the past 01 [ENG]Echo of the past 01 [ENG]3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
All chapters are under correction
Chapter with better formatting, in PDF file: http://xkyoux.wordpress.com/2012/05/09/story-about-boys-love/
The chapter below has come into being spontaneously, for fun, without the bigger concept of writing any more chapters. It wasn’t supposed to have any form of continuity, and the thread of Marcin & Nivan - the two heroes in this story - was meant as a note of spice in their created lives. Both characters were created for the purpose of a role playing game, both of them had partners in their lives as well as separate histories. And so it was meant to stay... in the beginning that is. But "Karma" wanted it different
After the unexpected warm reception of the first chapter the author decided to continue the story. She wrote the second and the third chapter intertwining the boys paths, added a few others and so the story took shape.
The author intertwines the lives of two men, best friends in the past. After almost eight years apart th
Back to You - Germany x reader: Part 1Back to You - Germany x reader: Part 13 years ago in Romance More Like This
---------- One year later, ______'s Mother P.O.V. ------------
It has been difficult. Since the Beilschmidt brothers moved away, _______ hasn't been the same anymore. She don't eat if I don't obligate her, she doesn't play with other kids or went outside. She cried most of the time while looking at photos of her and Ludwig. It broke my heart, but there was nothing I could do but wait until she woke up from her trance and realizes that it isn't the end of the world.
At least I hope it isn't.
---------- Twelve years later, normal P.O.V. ---------
Now you were 17 years old, and hadn't seen Ludwig yet. You lived your life like always: went to high school, did your homework had a half period job in a maid café so you could spare your own money and made friends. Until now you never had a boyfriend, because you realized that your heart already belonged to someone else. Yes, the close friendship you had with the German man turned into another thing to you, that you only noticed after he w
skyscrapers.i used to reach for you, likeskyscrapers.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
standing on tip-toes on a
skyscraper to reach the sky,
but you were always just out of reach
and I was out of place
and somehow my soul got lost in the atmosphere.
i lose myself in the memories of
us and wonder how much of it was ever
was i a fool
for believing you
[i'm afraid that the answer
sometimes i look at my life
and wonder where you went
until i realize it doesn't
matter. the only thing that matters
is that you are
your love is a disease,
and i have no cure.
my soul is lost.
i live my life as an
empty shell, watching
the lights flickering
and wonder how long it will be
before they all
you are my 911,
but when i call,
no one answers.
you remain my untouched demented heart.
i am afraid for losing what we have
[but then i fear weve already lost.]