Scarificationblood oranges areScarification1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
slice them open
without a moment’s
their crimson juices
licked from our lips
& that is what
i want to be. -
i sucked from
your mouth -
along my spine.
- i was cut open
Terreno olvidadoHe perdido todo en esta guerra sin sentido, todas las guerras lo son pero ninguna me había dado el golpe fatal para poder decir que toda mi esperanza estaba perdida.Terreno olvidado2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
He perdido mi tierra, mi pueblo, a mis hermanos y estoy siendo expulsado por animal sediento de poder a una isla en medio de la nada; ni siquiera puedo tener la dicha de volver como león herido a mi hogar.
Por suerte José está conmigo.
Nos miramos en el muelle de Nueva York, la niebla está espesa y tenemos frio.
Seguimos a Alfred; que nos lleva a un bote de medianas proporciones. Subimos y al acomodarnos en nuestro camarote dos corpulentos nos atan.
-Lamento tener que hacer esto…pero yo en su lugar no haría tanto alboroto si quiero sobrevivir.
Trago amargamente saliva y veo como Alfred le inyecta un narcótico a José, está temblando y no es el frio. Es miedo, y el miedo solo te ayuda a perderlo todo. No hay mejor persona que pueda decir eso m
The Rules of FlyingThe Rules of Flying:The Rules of Flying1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
No#1: Don’t Fly Too High:
If you allow yourself to achieve a great height, there will only be enough air left for you to fall. Stay at a constant pace, don’t allow your head to float above the clouds.
Another juxtaposing comment upon rule 1 of flying, do not fly too close to the ground, to let creatures pull you down.
No#2: Avoid Trees:
While flying to your destination, many obstacles may get in your way, clipping a few branches may be fine for you depending on your strength. But always avoid the trunks of these obstacles, they will end your flight abruptly and you may not reach your destination in one piece.
This also applies to aeroplanes and other birds.
No#3: Don’t Flap Your Wings Too Much:
Although flapping your wings is necessary to achieve the height you require to succeed and complete your flight. Flapping unnecessarily only leaves you too tired to complete your journey.
Remember to flap your wings only when needed. Do not let another bird
Natural WomanNatural WomanNatural Woman1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don’t listen to him, honey,
You’re beautiful, always, and that is the truth.
Drop the blush brush and focus on the auricular,
You don’t need makeup, these marks that adorn you,
Represent wisdom and represent your youth,
Every crevice and scar,
Shows the pain, your fight, and parts of your heart,
And your personality shows you were raised by a king and queen,
Understanding you’re a princess;
Understanding only royalty is worthy of your presence,
These little lines around your mouth show your brother was a jester;
The hair that covers your head,
Those hairs curled into inquisitive, bouncing question marks,
Quiz and question my every word to find if what I say is what I actually believe to be the truth,
And to answer your question as you look at me with an incredulous expression,
Eyebrows furrowed, forehead cutely wrinkled and your nose beautifully crinkled;
Yes, I believe these words to be the truth because you’re perfect w
UMvC3 Megaman Classic MovesetUMvC3 Megaman Classic Moveset3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
- light button = Shadow Blade Strike (close)
- medium button = Metal Blade, mashing the button will throw multiple blades
- medium button + forward = Mega Arm (more range than SBS)
- hard button = Megabuster (chargeable)
- hard button + down = slide
- Air Shooter
- double jump = rush jet adaptor
- air dash = rush jet
- high jump = rush coil
- throw behind = concrete shot
- throw forward = shots commando bomb on the ground
- throw forward in air = shots enemy with commando bomb at the wall
- alpha = slide
- beta = triple blade
- gamma = multiple megabuster shots
- hornet chaser
- jewel satellite (qcb)= can be shot straight forward, hits the enemy when
he touches it and reflects projectiles,light=disappears after 1 hit,
medium=disappears after 2 hits,hard=disappears after 3 hits (works
like in mm9, hits up)
- light button (qcf)= drill bomb
- medium button (qcf)= triple blade
- hard button (qcf)= thunder beam
- super arm (f
Happy Frog - The enchanted ToadOne day Kas had one of her rarely free Days without being chased of mysterious Boxes or creepy Salesgirls to put her in erotic happy-sacks.Happy Frog - The enchanted Toad3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
After a really good breakfast she decided to go to the park for an few hours to walk an get some rest of her Apartment and its constricting emotions it caused when Kas thoughts about her 'adventures' as Cat-Girls or all the other stuff she ran through. So a little walk, she thought, would let her mind a little bit distracted and get some rest too. So she put on her jacket, grabbed her keys and went directly to the great Park near her Apartment. It was a very big Park, nearly a little wood itself. Kas liked this Park and she loved the small overgrown trails because no one else used this trails and she would be undisturbed while she was watching and absorbing the odors of nature.
It was a really nice day with much sunshine and warm enough to catch no cold. It was a really lovely spring morning and the Dew on the leaves glistened like diamonds in the
Doomed LoveIf a demon heard an angel sing from above,Doomed Love3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And an angel and a demon fell in love,
Once they answer to passion's call,
Does the demon rise or the angel fall?
And though they may love in the truest way,
Where in heaven, hell or Earth could they stay?
Hunted by those who can't understand and those who refuse
And soon, so soon, they would have to choose
Between loving together, or saving each other's souls
And be left with a grief that could not be consoled.
Forever they would wander, longing for the other's embrace,
And wanting nothing more than to see their lover's face.
Their doomed love would destroy them, it would tear them apart
And they would slowly bleed to death
from broken hearts.
Looking at ThoughtsI look like you.Looking at Thoughts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You call no claim over me.
I never thought...
I found a new photograph,
your face has changed,
your hairline and the gray in your beard
not how I remember it,
but its still you,
Teaching Summer to BreatheSummer will always remind me of hot, sweltering nights spent drinking sangria, through the dripping fairy lights of your bedroom window. A sticky, starry sky looked back at us, the glow of the moon almost golden in the heat. Fourteen meant we weren't growing up fast enough and a liquor cabinet key seemed to hold the answer to that problem.Teaching Summer to Breathe2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
You taught me how to drink that night.
(You also showed me how beautiful it was to just hold your breath till your head spins and reality seems like it is going to fade further and further away.)
Six summers ago I met a boy who liked to tell me how much like summer I was. He was big boned and thin skinned and the first time I told him he wasn't mine to keep, he left handprints on my skin that reminded you of a canvas covered in autumn leaves that you saw in New York. Then you proceeded to break every single window in his house (Yes, even the one in the attic he loved so much.)
You taught me how to smile through heartbreak that night.
HeartacheThere's a reason whyHeartache1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
both my heart and my gun
have empty chambers baby,
and it's you.
I WishI Wish7 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The winds wanted to be accompanied, so he appeared on the rise overlooking the Labyrinth.
Jareth strode across the arid soil, the brush barren of foliage or life. Steps that paced the sandy ridge as it exposed itself around him, his heels sinking ever so slightly until they struck the hard, dry earth beneath. With arms that swung freely in cadence with his step underneath his cape, he did not walk alone. The wind did not caress or soothe him, it never promised to and it lived up to that unspoken agreement.
The winds gave his hair a life of its own. In turn, Jareth's hair gave the wind form. Desiring life, the wind stirred the dirt into a devil; a creation of swirling sands funneling up with tendrils of arms sensuously twisting around a forming torso. The sands continued their upward spiral to form a stem-like neck with a budding bloom of a domed feature with elongated petals of hair unfurling and dropping around smooth s
Friendship is...Friendship is...Friendship is...2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Knowing when to stand down.
With everyone around.
Laughter when it's needed,
And serious when it's not,
Helping out the world,
Before it helps you back.
Remembering your promises,
But knowing what's too much.
While staying truthful to friends
This is what to do.
Regardless of where or when.
How to Survive a CreepypastaStep one: Never ignore your instincts.How to Survive a Creepypasta1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Was that movement at the corner of your eye? Maybe you heard something out your window? Someone behind you sounds like they're walking a little too quickly for your comfort...
When something inside you is telling you something is wrong, chances are, something is. Lets call this our survival instinct. Animals have them, and they don't ignore them. They act. The difference with us humans is that we doubt ourselves. We tell ourselves we're being paranoid, that it was nothing. “It was just the wind”, “It was probably an animal”, or, everyone's favorite: “It was just my imagination.”
Eventually, it comes to a point you're in denial. You think that if you ignore it and pretend it's not there, then it'll go away. You've given your enemy the upper hand.
Step two: Don't give in to paranoia.
With step one in mind, it's important not to become constantly afraid. That fear and paranoia only feeds what it is yo
ApplesSweet and sensual,Apples2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The feel of your fingers on my skin.
Slow and longing,
The trail of your hands on my curves.
Languid and helpless,
The pulsing of my veins under your masterful strokes.
My love for you is like my love for apples.
Juicy, crunchy, delicious...
And as dark as a sinner's heart.