Do Scars Ever Heal?I'd like to say I never cared.Do Scars Ever Heal?3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'd like to say it was just a joke - gotcha.
I'd like to say it meant nothing.
But nevertheless, I still love you,
despite how much I wish I didn't.
I still love you...
and I hate myself for it.
You were all I ever wanted.
You were all I didn't know I wanted.
Why did you throw it away?
We hurt each other.
Darling, we're not very good at this game called Love.
Harm is hardly the point.
Maybe, if given a second chance at it all,
we could do better?
Maybe we could actually win?
Are you willing to try...
or would you rather me just stay away from you.
I'll let you go your way
if you let me go mine.
But, baby, you're trailing right behind,
reminding me, everyday, of the pain we thrust on each other.
Maybe it'd be easier for the both of us
to walk away.
To pretend we never met.
To pretend we never loved.
To pretend we never made this mistake.
If that's what you want, I'm willing to do the same,
But, darling, it gets harder with the passing
HAIKU XIn the auction hallHAIKU X4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
For three dollars sixty cents
My heart was sold out
HaikuWriMo 201416. fan-fiction - film fandom haikuHaikuWriMo 20141 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the compass spins, the ship
wheel wavers as he questions:
"Why is the rum gone?"
15. mythology - hydra
a multi-headed beast
attacks her every thought.
14. found - last page of a book
too numb; pull the trigger
and watch them die in vain.
it echoed orange -- salty taste.
13. fantasy - guns and posies
she stands ready, a red posy
tucked behind her pointed ear,
silver gun pointed at shadows.
12. non fiction - nostalgic trigger
footprints pressed into
freshly fallen snow --
11. science fiction - moon mining
striking gold; handfuls
of stardust buried
under the lunar cycle.
10. erotic - tuxedo handsome
Handcuffs and blindfolds,
a tightly-laced corset;
wrapped especially for me.
9. epistolary - letter to a widower
papered stacks, scratches
and scribbles, left to wither
and wilt on his time worn desk.
8. horror - faces at/on the windowsill
Dear TeachersDear Teachers;Dear Teachers4 years ago in Letters More Like This
Friday, April 15th, is the national Day of Silence in the United States. The Day of Silence was designed for members of the LGBT (Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, and Transgender) community who have been subject to many forms of bullying because of who they are and who they love. In being silent, I represent those who cannot be honest about who they are because of where they live, their religion, or how their families view LGBT community members. In being silent, I am screaming volumes for those who suffer every day in silence. I represent every student you have ever taught or ever will teach that was Gay or Lesbian but never had the courage to tell you. I am the embodiment of the opressed, scared, self-hating, insecure people of today who are unable to reveal their entire selves to the ones they love.
I am participating in this day for myself, for everyone I love that can't express themselves, and for everyone I have never met that feel the same. In doing this I am spreading awa
The Waltz Of DeathThe white vintage dress I'm wearing this time,The Waltz Of Death3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The alluring, blood stained sickle is this night my partner to crime.
Performing a gentle pirouette upon the rotten copses,
I embrace the dried bouquet of roses,
I lose myself in this deadly symphony,
Start the waltz of death,
I just sold my jaded soul for this sick melody.
My heart has been corrupted by this wild twinkle,
By the mellow whisper of the sickle,
With one more step I hear another breaking skull,
They are screaming blood, but to me is null,
The waltz of death revenge will bring,
It just broke the last sanity's string.
Smiling, my signature I carve on their torn faces,
I look satisfied at this massacre,
The floor is covered with whacked corpses,
The walls with blood and guts are painted,
The evidence of the laceration they abided.
In the front of my mangled audience,
The waltz of death I'm performing,
Discontinued by an innocent reverence.
The dress is soaked in bitter tears and blood,
The sickle in a chopped
Where the Dragons WeepWhere do the dragons weep?Where the Dragons Weep3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Thier hearts full of sorrow,
Carry them slowly
Down the river Nile
Through emerald fields,
Across desert plains,
Swiftly the go
To their diamond caves
Mourning each others pain.
sonot to be slain
Their spirits saddened,
To no domain
The secrets kept vain
Follow your heart
And you will find a path in which to follow,
A trial left for you to see
Thier bloody sorrow
Red tears and tears and tears,
Dragons left in mud
Because a dragon can only cry
Tears of blood
Pieklo Niesmiertelnych 1.1"...Z księgi Malonitów..."Pieklo Niesmiertelnych 1.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Miejsce do którego nie dociera czas
"Posłuchajcie, Sunari, bóstwa, duchy i mieszkańcy Wód Zaświatów. Sprawca nieszczęść, śmierci, zniszczenia, okrucieństwa i przyczyna zmartwień naszej bogini dobra, został wreszcie zwyciężony. Jego zwycięstwa w walce ze słabymi osłabiły jego samego, dały mu poczucie siły i złudę bycia niepokonanym, a także sprawiły, że stał się nieostrożny. Tak, jak wielu przed, nie zdołał przewyższyć sił dobra i został wreszcie, po tysiącach lat szkodzenia innym, zesłany tam, gdzie zesłane zostają Zenari, demony zniszczenia. Niech stworzenia dobra, którym on nigdy się nie tanie, odetchną z ulgą, gdyż Ziranunun, bóstwo węży, został w końcu pokonany!".
- I teraz zapewne mają wybuchn&
Creepypasta: The Other ElevatorCreepypasta: The Other Elevator2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
You'll think I'm crazy. Or just some idiot trolling online. I don't care. Something happened to me and whether or not you believe me is moot, because it happened to me. It happened.
I don't want to tell you my name. It doesn't matter anyway, because you won't believe me and I don't want people thinking I'm insane. But maybe my telling will mean something to someone. Maybe this has happened to you too and I'm not just imagining things. God, I really hope I'm just imagining things.
I visit my grandparents every summer. They live in Eastern Europe, in one of those tourist cities where the capital draws in people from all over the world. They live in an old, faded-yellow apartment building.
There's an elevator that I have to take to get to their floor; the eighth floor. It's one of those old elevators that most people would probably think wasn't very safe. The ones where you walk in and it's super tiny, like just big enough to hold four skinny people if they don't mind a cuddle. While ther
Pirates are so funny!"Captain, we won't make it! They are far much stronger than us!"Pirates are so funny!2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The shout of one of her crewmates pierced the air. Sophia was aware of that but she couldn't leave the governer's ship without a map. It would be like all lifes that were lost in this battle were lost for nothing. She sank the blade of her cuttlas in the body of one of the officers, with pleasure noticing the flowing blood and the smell of fear. She always took the pleasure when she was killing and when it were people of her sworn enemy, it was double. She turned back just to meet other of governer's soldiers with a pistol turned into her head.
"Brackett, that is your end" he hissed not knowing that Hawkins, her first officer, was behid him. He hit him in the occiput and smiled to his captain, with an ugly, wide smile on his wretched face. She didn't return the smile and jumped on the feet. She saw him. He was running down the stairs, to the cabins.
"Cardigan!" she shouted with fury but he hasn't heard her; she was too fa
This isn't the worldThe beauty escapes, leaving standing black debrisThis isn't the world2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Leaving a shapeless mass of mutilated memories
Pushing dreams into the ground, bleeding from numerous wounds
It is not a world I want to remember
Crying children on the streets, among garbages
Violence and screams, all so beautiful
My eyes see views and places that once
though not perfect, were alive, were almost normal
This is not the world I want to remember
Somewhere where they do not look back, they are monsters
Who wish to come into the world among the pain and silence
These voices, however, do not let them leave the abyss
But their eyes can see the empty buildings
This is not the world I want to remember
But there is always hope that the bleeding wound is healed
leaving a void ...
Dark AwakeningThe scent of pleasure on my lipsDark Awakening2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a delicate flavor of eternity
I feel everything so strong and close
With my skin like white silk on the dark sky
My eyes see different stages of life
My birth, my victories, my failures
The terrible visions of the unknown
The dark visions of the eternal suffering
I want to bite, I want to scream
I want to become part of the night
I am the creature of the Great Atrocity
That created me after I Became
The smell of dust, the color of red
The strongest parts of my perception now
Difficult to tell but so easy to feel
The new dream arose to possess the dreamers
I will take your hand, the dusk
And I will go to hunt and seek
But now I must think my new way
So different, so beautiful, so sexual
nodalnodal3 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
lures to attract the future,
to nourish fresh seeds.
FallCrawling up the wall, leaving black marksFall2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like a spider surrounding the world by his net
You are trying to catch me in your dusty cobweb
Not asking about my innocence, the purity of heart
With enthusiasm catches my fearfull looks
Like a serial killer, hungry for a view of humiliation
You are trying to put me on your knife
Not asking about my feelings, bursting in my chest
Pour around the water of life, giving meaning to existence
Like a god of stone and steel heart
Eat my guts with a sick pleasure
Not asking about the fire in my chest, filling me
I drink your blood from the crystal cup of pleasure
Like most beautiful vampire, child of the night
Torturing your ambiguos soul and your treacherous body
In a wonderful act of revenge, drinking your pitfull yourself
You are a victim
Look at your fall
Space and Beyond 1.101. Space journeySpace and Beyond 1.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The effects of interference are sometimes unbelievably bad.
"Close-up" the screen increased, showing a collection of stars, an elliptical galaxy in the far corner of the known universe.
"This is Hix galaxy" said a man standing near the screen. A group of people sitting on chairs behind him, dutifully looked in his direction, trying to see any of this "extraordinary things", as chief scientist of extraterrestrial research center was going to show them.
"I know that it was difficult to push up there with our satellites" the man smiled, though a bit nervously. "But this galaxy must be known once with farest of its elements. Recent data have discovered it."
At this point, he again made the approximation of the monitor, showing the star system located very close to the greatest communities of the stars.
"It is a small system with one young star and two planets" continued scientist. "This" he pointed to a planet closer to the stars "We should not pay attention to it. It
Z odleglych swiatow 101. AtakZ odleglych swiatow 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Czasami drogi człowieka i jego przeszłości krzyżują się.
W dokach odprawy dla transportowców handlowych Korporacji było nadzwyczaj tłoczno i gwarno. Większość statków typu "Minerva" i "Sojus" czekało na załadunek i tylko niewielka część odleciała wraz z towarem. Pojazdy przewożące części zamienne stały ściśnięte w niewielkiej grupie z tymi, które dostarczały żywność koloniom, jak Hiddeny. Rzadko się zdarzało, żeby tyle statków oczekiwało w dokach, więc ludzie wyjątkowo się spieszyli, by odkryć trochę przestrzeni, bo ścisk na hali był wprost niewyobrażalny.
Jeden z inżynierów od
AloneWhen I'm alone, I have the impression that the world is running out,Alone2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that runs in front of me, do not stop even for a moment
and I am staying away in the back, thinking of
meaning of life, the meaning of existance
When I am alone, the world loses colors
and takes the color of old lace that had long since lost its luster
And I see through this lace every minute of my life
When I'm alone, sometimes I think about you
You are somewhere on the border of perception, where the eyes can not see
I am almost sure that I miss, although we will talk again soon
It's more than scary ...
I am a strange man, without time, without the vision
but one thing is certain
When I'm alone, I look at the world differently
Well, it's good that I sometimes am alone...
Mutation. 1.1"Help me ... Help ... get her away ... it ..."Mutation. 1.12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silence. Only sounds of spring night; the wind, lightly buzzing insect, very quiet, barely perceptible sound of the footsteps of a small animal in the grass covered with frost, neighborhood dog's bark, who was alarmed by something. But it were the natural sounds of the evening life, which is not quite asleep. In addition, the deep silence enveloped the small town named Hole Valley, which 300 years ago, a boor named a hole. Now, however, the name didn't fit here because the city has grown and modernized, and although it certainly was not like Los Angeles or Miami, it was not a village. Neither hole. And the more to add, not village-hole, in slight translation a place where is more dinosaurs than people. Silence was also five minutes ago, before the dull, audible only to one man cry, disturbed the peace of Ian Carr, who was lying in his bed. Although he didn't open his eyes, because the dream was too deep to be able to just stop.
Oh DrowBecause of lack of volunteers, I grabbed a few drow and put them in the front of the dragon with huge fire power. And because drow are exlusive RPG characters with the level of 20000000 (yea, they actually have TOGETHER one point of experience but who really cares?) they are plotting how to fight dragon without to much pain.Oh Drow2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
PART ONE. WE SEE THE DRAGON. LET'S RUN.
Quarrice: I suppose to shut myself up but do you see what I see? Right now? Before our shameless experienced faces?
Falang: This is dragon. Bigger than our ego. Do you think Ramsay is so cruel and order us to fight him? If yes, I am not Falang and I am running. Do you see? Running. I am drow but I am running. Hey, is someone listen to me?
Hilli: Ramsay, dear, can you give us somebody to help? Maybe we are powerful in our minds and in your glorious stories about us but you have put us here without weapons, without any defence items and even without spells!
Ramsay: If we are talking about spells! YEAH! I will give you somebody
Canaan: PrologueCanaan: Prologue2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
My name is El. I am the god of the Canaanites, or at least I was. Many of you have forgotten about me because my son betrayed me. Of course all of you know my son as he is worshiped my many. You may know him as I am, I am Who I am, Yahweh, Jehovah, The Lord, The God of Israel, or simply God. So how did I end up here. I had wife named Asherah who was the most beautiful being in existence and had a total of 70 children. We lived peacefully but I felt at the time that we should create other beings since we thought that since we had the power, why not use it to make something good. Of course you all know the story and how it went bad. I can't say that I'm completely blameless since I didn't stop these things from happening. Unlike my son, I don't claim to be all powerful or all knowing. Well this is my story...
SympathyI never asked for your sympathy,Sympathy2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never wanted you to cry tears
That belonged to me.
Never wanted you to sleep
In the darkened meadow
Writing poetry under the willows.
I never asked for your words,
Never wanted you to loose yourself
In the red-covered English dictionary.
Never wanted you to fly away
To a place where snow falls up
And waterfalls hang like tapestries.
I never asked for your scorn,
Never wanted your rough voice
Stained with blood and smoke.
Never wanted you to know
The secrets about me
I had kept hidden for years.
I never asked for your dying breath,
Never wanted you to return
To the rolling hills and ocean blue.
Never wanted you to regret the lies
Or anything else for that matter
Or the sympathies of seasons changed.
She is HumanShe is humanShe is Human2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A thousand little needles
Releasing like a breath
Of winter air.
She is human
A hundred pale lies
Trusting in the faithless
Even at dusk.
She is human
A million sleepless nights
Reading white blank walls
Hoping for sleep.
Between Human And BeastThe beast tried to run away but now is squatted on the ground,Between Human And Beast3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Desperate it tries to howl but what comes out is just blood,
With fangs and claws they are ripping off its skin,
They are displaying satisfied a sardonic grin.
While wresting its flesh, humans they claim to be,
Killing the beast, they say is setting the world free,
Bound in chains it lies dreaming to the last breath,
But they won't listen to its despairing cries for a sudden death,
Because the beast is accused of defiance,
Being different - maybe was made with the Devil a compliance.
Lacerating its bruised skin with their crooked teeth,
The beast is wailing, blood gushing from underneath,
Its body turning to a mass of broken bones and slaughtered flesh,
The painful cry extinguish willing to shape a start afresh,
But the poor soul hangs by a thread,
Its eyes are dry, the blood had been shed.
A fact between human and beast,
For which the death of the innocent is a reason to feast,
Someone really owns the power over oth
Z odleglych swiatow 2- Mogło się wam coś popsuć w tych waszych czujnikach. Jak jeden coś wskazuje, drugi też powinien.Z odleglych swiatow 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
- Jestem pewien, że łączność działała prawidłowo.
Mac Frikes stał w sali obrad MKBW i na razie bez większego powodzenia próbował przekonać ważniaków z rządu, że zeszli z kursu tylko po to, by ich ostrzec. Len Sanders, doradca prezydenta i zarazem szef Korporacji, jak zwykle miał jakieś zastrzeżenia.
- A co z czujnikami? - dopytywał się, unosząc wysoko brwi za każdym razem, gdy wypowiadał słowo. Obok stało jeszcze kilku członków zgromadzenia oraz Jim Still, naukowiec, dzięki któremu Mac trafił do załogi Foundera 2. Pamiętał, że zanim Korporacja wysłała go do Hiksa, błąkał się po różnych statkach, nie mogąc nigdzie zagrzać miejsca na d&
Dragon Wings -- Ch. Twenty-twoPART TWODragon Wings -- Ch. Twenty-two5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Zors life had been turned upside down.
In a time period of just months, everything he knew had disappeared. First, the episode with Cial, and the distrust that had gripped the Fleet then. Then, the rogue attack, and the shadow dragons. Zor could still feel the pain eating away at him, that he lost his mother to those demons. And then, it seemed like everything was finally going all right. They were taken in by another Fleet, and recovering. Retsam and his Advisor had even just been discussing moving to another Clearing.
They had been so close.
Sometimes Zor wanted to scream. Why was everything falling down around him!? Retsam was dead! The Fleet of Jade Oceans was under attack! Even Cial was gone! Zors friend had to be dead. What else could have happened? It seemed like he and Eva were the last dragons on earth. Everyone else was dead, victims of Zors violent, crumbling world.
It had been several days since the war had star