LoveLove is when somebody gives you a shoulder to cry on.Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Love is when somebody makes you laugh when you're sad.
Love is when you miss somebody whenever they are gone.
Love is when whenever you see that person you feel glad.
Loving somebody is choosing not to see their flaws.
A human being will never be perfect.
Everything that person does you will give a loud applause.
Cause in your eyes everything that person does is correct.
You want them to smile.
You would work extra just to be with that person.
Even if it would be just for a while.
Love is unconditional, that's the truth.
No One Can Love a Killer--5No One Can Love a Killer--511 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
A long silence fell in the courtroom. Several of the cars backed away, fright filling their eyes. Even Sheriff looked stupefied. A long silence fell, and I tried to collect myself. I didn't want to seem weak and cry in front of a bunch of strangers.
"You killed Arnie?" the old cruiser asked.
"Yes.....I did. It was a complete accident. He was with me one day, and I saw Leigh in Darnell's. I saw her and Dennis. Dennis was in a tractor, and I knew their intentions. They were to kill me. I knew it. I drove into the garage and saw them both. When I drove in, I was smoking from the fire--that's a different story--and was so hellish looking, I basically scared the shit out of Dennis, and he totally forgot what he was was doing. I went after Leigh next. Such hatred filled me, I didn't even have any other thoughts. I just saw red. I went after her, and slammed into old ma
Welcome to WonderlandFalling down, down, downWelcome to Wonderland3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Spinning 'round and 'round
All around, the ticking of clocks
Such a discordant sound
Right is left and left is right
Night is day and day is night
Up is down and down is up
Life is death and death is life
Voices whisper from every niche
Screams echo and cause a twitch
Claws and teeth threaten to kill
Eyes wild with bliss of such a thrill
Run, hide, fight, or plead
Nothing shall work, nothing you need
The sun and moon will laugh as you cry
As the Queen shrieks her commands to the sky
Blood forms penumbras as heads roll
A cry of defiance with each bell toll
The jury turns in accord, madness shining bright
Their question full of words to make your skin crawl with fright
"ArE yOu AlIcE?"
T i c k
T o c k
T i c k
T o c k
"OfF wItH hEr HeAd!"
~Welcome to Wonderland, Alice~
No One Can Love a Killer- IntroductionNo One Can Love a Killer- Introduction1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I had been driving for hours. Early on Friday, I had decided to leave the world of the ruling humans behind for good. I had enough of their ways. I could kill every one of them. They just made me sick. My life among them also brought out horrible memories. Like, for example, hardly a day goes by when I don't think of Arnie's death. I was the one that killed him, and it haunted me. I relived that over and over. I remember him becoming impaled with the glass, and yet, how he still loved me so much, his last affections were to me. I still remember the exact feeling of his caress across my front bumper. He loved me so much.....I loved him equally.
Ever since we had met each other, I had never felt happier. Arnie was everything a girl like me could want and then some. He always put me first, and always cared for me no matter what. Why I had
AU REVOIRÀ Mon Père.AU REVOIR4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
(Ou les pérégrinations poétiques d'un papa pas banal).
T'es-tu déjà, lecteur, essayé à l'écrit ?
D'abord tu sais la fin, je t'en fais le pari.
Que l'on tâte au roman, au conte ou au poème,
C'est la fin qui commande : alors je dis "je t'aime"
Pour ne pas terminer sur ces mots si banals
Qu'on en oublie le sens alors qu'il est vital.
Connaissiez-vous Papa ? Comment non ? C'est dommage !
Je vais devoir vous faire un cours de rattrapage.
Un beau jour de juillet, année quarante-deux,
Lorsque tous les français voyaient la vie en chleuh,
Un bambin épatant nous montra sa frimousse
Le teint rose et l'il bleu, riant, suçant son pouce.
Il était si mignon que l'on reprit espoir
Et la France attendit qu'arrive le grand soir.
Enfin le moment vient, le pays se libère,
Vous ne le saviez pas, mais c'est grâce à mon père !
Paré de tant d'atours, on jugea opportun,
De fort bien l'éduquer pour en faire un tribun.
Alors on le plaça (pour forger sa conduite)
Chez les maîtres r
Unable to loveMy love was pureUnable to love10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
I only wanted
But my heart
Because my love
Like a piece of garbage
And now I'm unable
Because the shreds
Of my shattered soul
Torque ~ Chapter 4Chapter 4 - "Reverse Interrogation"Torque ~ Chapter 42 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The interrogation room's dull yellow walls seemed to do the opposite for Ambrogio in terms of psychological effects. The walls, to him, really did have eyes. He saw the walls as if they were staring right back into his eyes and speaking, "Break."
He shook his hood, nope, he thought, not me. He spoke to the walls in his mind, like any good agent put in his situation would. When a spy is put into a situation where he's being interrogated or being threatened, he doesn't keep his attention only on the subject. His attention goes in all directions - evenly - which is why many people think spies are "super" beings; and the attention to the smallest details keep their attention from giving into whatever feeling was trying to be forced upon them; like a grandmother's knitting as she's parked at her husband's funeral. These walls will not intimidate me, he said to himself, they will not for these walls are nothing but cheap paint.
Comptine de papierPour le moment gâchéComptine de papier2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
y'a le papier mâché
pour la rage en cachette
y'a le papier gâchette
pour le vieux coeur blessé
y'a le papier froissé
pour celui qui le nie
le papier d'Arménie
pour le sourire feint
y'a un beau papier peint
pour l'espoir qu'on enserre
tiens, un papier de verre
pour le pleur versé tard
y'a le papier buvard
pour le reste de joie
plus de papier de soie
pour le vide agité
quand tu ne sais plus être
reste un papier à lettre
Frantz, 16 juillet 2013
LA FETE DE L'ECOLE (BADASS DAD)La fête de l'école (Badass dad)LA FETE DE L'ECOLE (BADASS DAD)3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
C'est la fête à l'école
la fin d'l'année
j'suis obligé j'ai promis j'écoutais pas et j'ai dit oui
J'm'habille en noir
chemise pantalon chaussettes godasses lunettes de soleil
même le caleçon, tonton
quand j'bouffe un pamplemousse
Sortir de la caisse jeter la clope devant
et 200 parents en claquettes en plastoc
me regardent, choqués
Je suis le putain de Samuel L. Jackson j'vais défourailler grave
- "Bonjour madame Connasse, enchanté"
putain en France on n'a pas droit aux armes à feu
"Le soleil est de la partie, oui quelle chance"
J'vais y aller au schlass ça me rappellera les paras
"Bonjour monsieur Dunoeud et blablabla et -
non je viens pas aux réunions de quartiers"
Sinon je vous bute tous tas de cons
"Car j'ai beaucoup de travail quel dommage
Le spectacle va commencer, youpi"
Où est ma corde
Warphorisme XXXQuand un chevalier Jedi se fait berner, c'est un peu le dindon de la force.Warphorisme XXX2 years ago in Editorial More Like This
et bonne journée, hein moi je vais prendre le train à la gare des étoiles
Parfois j'oublie...Parfois j'oublie.Parfois j'oublie...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Alors je grimpe sur une étoile et vais crever l'univers.
Je fais rougir les dieux et sidère les démons,
J'apprivoise les oiseaux qui me prêtent leur couleur
Et repeins la nuit d'un rouge plus que profond,
J'avale d'une seule gorgée les océans célestes
Et fume les volcans qui s'échauffent à ma vue,
J'écris la destinée des temps sur des murs branlants
Et souffle aux ouragans les douceurs des rosées,
Je détruis les mirages et abreuve les déserts
De serments interdits et de soupirs brûlants
Et fais trembler la terre d'un sourd ressentiment.
Je sème le désordre en traînées de beauté.
J'éclabousse les envies et mords les tristes sentiments.
Et là, je me souviens très bien.
Ce n'est pas un poemeCe n'est pas un poème, ceci est un défiCe n'est pas un poeme3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Une gifle aux effrontés qui ne se savent plus de songes
Un coup de corne dans toute cette viande inerte
Dans l'accumulation des atrophies indignes
En serez-vous capables, de briser vos entraves ?
D'arracher l'étoupe qui assourdit vos arts ?
De montrer le rose aux joues et les perles de sang ?
Hurler pour qu'enfin ils se tiennent
Droits comme des figures de prose
Les secouer pour qu'ils quittent leur quiétude
Et s'offrent aux mystères
Ce n'est pas un poème, ceci est un défi
Ce n'est pas un poème c'est un ultimatum
A tous ceux qui s'assoupissent dans la boue du doute
Dont l'esprit s'effiloche vers des horizons mous
J'impose ces mots qui tranchent dans le verbe :
Non, l'absence d'opinion ne sera pas tolérée !
Je veux entendre vos vertèbres durcir !
Je veux voir vos cervelles fleurir en cristal de roche !
J'évacue ici le vestibule du vague
Sans me soucier de ceux qui trébuchent
50 incipits en quete de romanJe ne dirais pas que je suis un Juif errant, juste un Juif un peu égaré.50 incipits en quete de roman2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Elle avait toujours détesté la danse moderne, mais ça, elle aimait bien.
C'est en sentant le premier flocon l'effleurer que le petit Corse comprit enfin que c'était vraiment la Guerre.
"Bientôt tu t'éloigneras de moi, tu m'indifféreras et même tu me dégoûteras", lui dit-il, mais elle n'écoutait rien.
Voici une histoire de ma foule.
A genou dans une flaque de pisse à chercher une de ses dents – la fin de soirée à Brest lui évoquait le bagne de Cayenne.
Plus que quelques jours et cette maison n’existera plus, avec tout ce qu'elle charrie avec elle de grandes histoires, et étrangement je n’en ai rien à foutre.
Voir une voiture brûler est un spectacle d’une violence hallucinante.
C'était déjà le moment où plus personne ne fait mine de se soucier de ce que va donner la récolte.
Si vous êtes en train de lire ces mots sur un de vos putains de téléphones portables, vous pouvez arrêter tout de suite
A Love like no Other - 2Chapter 2 – Awkward FeelingsA Love like no Other - 21 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The next day, the engines woke to the sun glancing through the glass parts of the shed. It was to become a wonderful day and slowly, Tidmouth was waking up too. A few yawns could be heard as the first few crews arrived to get their engines going. First of all were Edward and Gordon. Gordon was still fed up from the events of the previous day. He blew his whistle loudly as he departed, making sure no one was asleep anymore now.
A few minutes later, the Fat Controller arrived in his blue car. He wanted to assign jobs to each of the engines, but was a bit irritated by the fact that 2 of the engines weren’t listening to what he said at all so he abruptly stopped talking and watched the reactions. Sandy snapped back to reality first “I’m sorry Sir, I was somehow distracted...”
“I hope this won’t affect your work today! You are going to collect some empty trucks at Brendam and taking them to the quarry as yo
Papa est un monstreMaman pourquoi tu m'as menti ?Papa est un monstre5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Tu m'avais dit que les monstres n'existaient pas.
The Challenger legacyJanuary 28th, 1986The Challenger legacy2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Kennedy Space Center, Florida, the United States
Space shuttle Challenger stood vertically on the launch pad, ready for launch. He felt nervous about the whole idea of the launch, due to the numerous amounts of delays leading up to the launch. Not to mention that ice of all things had accumulated on the launch pad due to frigid weather earlier in the day. Mission control and scientists debated for some time whether or not to allow the launch to proceed. But the technicians cleared Challenger for launch and the crew of 7 boarded the shuttle. With a full load of fuel and all systems go for launch, Challenger felt confident that he could make it into orbit in the next few minutes. But being a conscious machine meant he could tell that something, something small was not right. But putting those feelings aside and with his nose pointing to the sky, Challenger had only one thought run through his mechanized mind.
“This is it, Challenger. The moment of truth. You
Doublon poetique I - CigaretteJ’ai mis mes bottes oranges puis ma robe blanche J’ai mis mes bottes orages puis ma robe bleueDoublon poetique I - Cigarette3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Pour me promener dans la campagne mouillée, Pour me promener dans la campagne émaillée,
Mes mèches brunes frivoles par le vent volées Mes messes brunes dévotes par vent immolées
Ont l’odeur exotique de contrées de revanche. Ont l’horreur magnifique de confrères pervenches.
Ainsi, je frétille en les flaques endormies, Ainsi, je béquille dans les flaques harpies,
La pénombre me guide à travers les bleuets La palabre me guide à travers les corsets
Qui, pas à pas, jaillissent de la forêt, Qui fut autrefois, jadis, sens de l’adoré
Laissant place à la mer d’édifices hardis. Lassant, face à la chair d
No One Can Love a Killer-- 7No One Can Love a Killer-- 78 months ago in General Fiction More Like This
I came to seemingly years after I was towed to the clinic, and when I did awake, the first thing I saw was a pair of ice-blue eyes observing me. They belonged to the Hudson Hornet. The doctor.
"How do you feel, Christine?"
"Like shit." I spat.
"Well, you did get a pretty bad bash on your side, you really need to learn to drive a little more carefully when the road is wet. No car can navigate easy when their brakes get damp."
"I never had any problems before."
"Well, regardless, just to let you know, be more careful."
"Pfft, yeah. Whatever, pardner. So, when can I leave?"
"You're going to be laid up here for a while, friend. You're side was badly smashed, like I told you, and we need to see to the fact that heals first and foremost. Then, Ramone is going to set you up wi
No One Can Love a Killer-- 2No One Can Love a Killer-- 21 year ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Christine the Killer Car?" Sheriff asked with a raised eyelid.
I smiled, leaned over on my shocks towards him, and replied "Yes. You heard me right." Ramone turned to Sheriff, a look of confusion filling his gaze. He looked so damned confused, I burst out laughing right then and there. It was just too funny.
"You're a killer car? I mean, like how, baby?" he asked.
"I kill anyone who sits their sorry ass in my path, basically. I've come out from my sprees so bloody, you kiddies would freak!" I answered, with another sinister laugh. Ramone turned and gave Sheriff another weird look.
Sheriff turned his full attention to me, and said "I think we ought to try and run your license plate and see what we can find out about you, Christine." I looked at him and spat "Why? I thought you said it was okay."
Depression (in Eight Parts)I.Depression (in Eight Parts)1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I took a walk once, and
Depression walked alongside me.
"I want to be alone," I told him.
"I know," he replied,
"Why do you think I'm here?"
"I have a plan,"
Depression said to me.
"Not today," I said.
He frowned and asked,
"How did you know my plan?"
I gave the weekend over to Depression
but he took three days
instead of two.
"Think of it as an investment," he said.
"And maybe I'll let you have a Friday night
Fallen to the floor
I look up and see
he's smiling at me.
"You know what they say
about old dogs."
He's doing this on purpose,
I know he is-
and it's working.
"They can't learn new tricks?"
I asked, playing my part.
"No," he replied,
I walked away,
my Trials and Tribulations
defeated behind me.
but even he took a moment
and whistled low.
"I don't think much of you, but
those were some big guys."
I answered honestly:
"What were they,
compared to you?"
I looked Depression in the eye
staring without pardon or
Meli MeloIsabelle et IsabeauMeli Melo2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Elle l'écartèle. Lui creuse son tombeau.
Isabelle et Isabeau
Elle perchée sur l'échelle, lui pendu à l’échafaud.
Isa belle et Isa beau
La ressemblance est telle qu'entre les deux, il n'y a qu'un mot.
Isabelle et Isabeau
Une pucelle mariant un gigolo.
STORMS OF DISCOVERY 8Chapter 8STORMS OF DISCOVERY 82 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Next Day
October 21, 2010
Nimble had just put on the last of her school uniform. She looked at herself in the mirror and said, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this uniform. I miss my undertaker uniform.”
“it’s school regulation.” Krela said with a chuckle, “Each grade has a marking to show what level they are in. Freshmen, like us, don’t have any. But sophomores have a bronze trim, juniors have silver trim, and seniors have gold trim.”
Nimble nodded as she heard a bell ring and asked, “What the heck was that?”
“That would be morning roll call!” Krela said in a panic as she quickly grabbed her staff and ran out the door with Nimble following slowly behind her, the Phantasm scythe in tow.
Meanwhile Frankie was still fussing with his uniform as his roommate, Martin, was adjusting his hat in the mirror.
“It’s hard to believe I was able to make it into Spiffing
A Love like no Other - 1Chapter 1 – Love at First Sight?A Love like no Other - 11 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The work was getting harder over the years on the island of Sodor. It wasn’t helping either that Sir Topham Hatt was ordering engines from the mainland to help out.
One day in the middle of the summer season, Sir Topham Hatt was speaking to his engines at Tidmouth sheds. He explained that they will be helped out with another three engines from the mainland and that Thomas, Edward and Henry were to meet them and show them around the island. As the Fat Controller left in his blue car, the engines started to busily discuss and wonder about the three newcomers that were to come to their island.
“I just hope that there won’t be another Spencer among them”, Gordon said and rolled his eyes. “I couldn’t stand if there were more engines bragging about how fast and how good they are...”
“Hopefully one of them is another tank engine like Thomas and me to help us with the shunting work”, Per
Alternating Current chapter 1Alternating Current chapter 15 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A/N: I do not own any characters from the Pixar movie Cars. I do own my own characters; Rafael, Fluke, Linda, Agneta, Voltz, Titania, Fahrenheit, Maximo, Sleipner, Galvani, Faraday and Louis.
I do not own Sønnico, I just work for them. Any likeness to real persons or events are just a coincidence, and a product of my imagination; NOT REAL.
By: Little Red Toyota
The big white Mitsubishi woke up slowly. Even before he opened his eyes, he knew there was someone else in the bed with him. A bit groggy, he tried to remember what happened last night, which girl was it this time? How much had he been drinking? Had he been drinking at all?
Voltz rubbed his windshield as he rolled over to stand up. He hadn't been drinking last night, it was just Wednesday, and he never drank during the week. Showing up at work not being sober was strictly prohibited. He didn't remember being on a date either. He turned to look, his eyes following the soft curves of a bright wh