[SNK] Hstoryjka do obrazka: Okulary kaprala (PL)[SNK] Hstoryjka do obrazka: Okulary kaprala (PL)2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
[Rivaille widzi z daleka Erena]
Rivaille: Oi, Eren!
Eren: Tak, kapralu! Potrzebujesz czegoś?
Rivaille: Masz. Przymierz.
[Podaje Erenowi okulary]
Eren: To są… kaprala okulary?
Rivaille: Ostatnio jak przyszedłeś do mojego biura ciągle się na nie gapiłeś, więc wywnioskowałem, że chciałeś je przymierzyć.
Eren: Ah! O, nie… po prostu… wyglądałeś super, więc…
Rivaille: Więc nie chcesz ich przymierzyć?
[Rivaille chce zabrać okulary]
[Eren zabiera okulary poza zasięg Rivaille’a]
Eren: Ah! Tak! Chcę! …umm…więc…
[Eren zakłada okulary]
[Eren wymusza uśmiech]
Eren: …I? Jak wyglądam?
Rivaille: …Wkurzasz mnie…
Eren: ?! Eh?! Ale…ale… Ja nic nie zrobiłem… Powiedzi
[SNK] Historyjka do obrazka: Powiedz 'ser'! (PL)[SNK] Historyjka do obrazka: Powiedz 'ser'! (PL)2 years ago in Comedy More Like This
[Rozlega się dźwięk migawki]
Petra: Hm? Eren? Co robisz?
Eren: Ah! Przepraszam! Chciałem po prostu zdjęcia wszystkich z oddziału, więc…
Petra: Nie, nie. W porządku. Tylko upewnij się, że nie wyjdę na nich dziwnie.
[Rozlega się dźwięk migawki]
[Obok przechodzi Günther]
Günther: Oh? Robicie zdjęcia?
Eren: Tak! J…Jeśli nie masz nic przeciwko… Mogę zrobić też tobie?
Günther: Wal śmiało!
[Günther uśmiecha się do aparatu]
[Rozlega się dźwięk migawki]
[Obok przechodzi Erd]
Erd: Co robisz?
Eren: Zdjęcia. Mogę zrobić też tobie?
Erd: Nie mam nic przeciwko, ale…
Erd: …Uchwyć moją najlepszą stronę.
[Eren robi zdjęcia]
Auruo: Co to?
Prom NightProm Night1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Mom can you please stop taking photos? This is the third memory card that you've replaced since I put on the dress." Mikasa complained. You on the other hand was over joyed. Your oldest daughter Mikasa was getting ready for her magical prom night and soon preparing for her graduation. Christa was sitting on her big sister's bed just as happy as you were.
"Oh Mikki quit complaining! You are just absolutely beautiful!! Look at my baby!" You squealed. Mikasa couldn't help but smile at her overly happy mother.
"Oh! I remember when I went to my prom. I went three times though." You started.
"Three"? Christa asked dumbfounded.
"Well yeah. The first time I went with your uncle Mike because he's a weirdo and no one wanted to go with him. The second time I went with Mr. Springer....that I regret. And the last, Oh my! That was my prom night. My prom ni
wake up slowThe Universe and Iwake up slow9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
are in love.
She led me
to the lavender clouds
outside my window,
and in her palms,
like morning glories.
She poured me
a cup of coffee and
showed me how the
cream creates a supernova
until the teaspoon turns
and everything settles
into an even tan.
She showed me
the people beside us
and said, for just a moment,
we were a part of their lives
as we all sat at the red light,
a hole in the fog.
I can never stop
writing poems for her.
the writers were ice-pick lobotomistswe made a temple out ofthe writers were ice-pick lobotomists1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
layered bones - fit them
together with grey matter.
poet kids, we were waning,
wasting, rotting out our
teeth. heavy hangmen
hammered nails into our
skulls; we were scrawling
speak like you are a god -I.speak like you are a god -2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
with these vorticose veins
i am withering, a nightwalker
amongst young phantoms
the hangman in my head doesn't sleep;
he doesn't bat an eye
here, stilli must confess,here, still1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
i have walked the highway's edge
flirting with the sidewalk, and
wondering whether to take
the one step towards the
rushing waves of traffic
i have balanced upon precipice
after precipice gazing downward,
the finality of flight a strange
and dangerous daydream
that pulls me in
and i have stood at water's ending
the sea a susurrous caress, and
yearned to move forward once,
again, again, until the ocean
can carry me home
so many storms i have weathered
so many burdens i have shouldered
and yet sometimes i forget the
most important thing of all;
i have made it this far,
i am here
i am worthy
i will go on.
like demigod preachers for the already damnedthese scapegallow cynics &like demigod preachers for the already damned1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
stygian sermon speakers -
they're all histrionics & sinners,
they're all purgatory dwellers
oh, hades, are you supernova dreamers?
'cause the poets are all dead-end kids.
.fists.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
clench; i brush my
my sleeve, then
realize. she said thatrealize. 1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
she only read stories that
weren't her own
she thought love was
only an idea
i told her that
those stories make her
who she is
ideas can sometimes
the rainfall kidshe always loved the sting of grapefruitthe rainfall kid3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and the way the winter air kissed her skin,
leaving it pink and raw and sensitive to the touch
like the heart she tried so hard to hide.
but she never grew up, not really.
she always belonged to the rain
and never stayed in one place for too long.
she was afraid her stupid heart might dig in,
leave its roots in the people and then
it would rip and tear when she up and left.
and she never accepted the fact that
she did indeed have a heart.
she tried so hard to be hollow and
let the winter rain chill her skin and
soak into her bones so that she, too,
might be just as cold.
so she stopped believing in sunshine.
she accepted the title of rainfall kid,
and lived with thunder in her chest.
headsmeni am a satyr:headsmen2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am drowning in Styx &
melting my mind into divinity.
Vertebraewe dressed ourVertebrae2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
& bone crowns
spitting static through
our buzzing t.v. teeth
you're a silent migraine:
[& i want to be something
too pristine to
Six Word StoryIt still hurts when I laugh.Six Word Story1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
expired warningsI hate to break it to you but we're all betting on the day whenexpired warnings3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your nightmares will swallow you whole and you won't
remember how to open your eyes. we forget your voice,
it broke and no one buried the pieces. we're giving you up:
secessions (your ribcage is a civil war, your heart is the victim.
there will be no memorial; there are only red flags)
obsessions pick your bones dry, vulture needs, vulgar
mortality argues at least you're not alive
at least you can't see us anymore, counting the knots
in your neck and catastrophes in your mouth. in
your summer cage you were a soggy butterfly bearing
a cumbersome cross. now, we leave you naked and
seizuring on winter's doorstep as the little lamb who
never loved enough.
they haven't paid you for the dreams you pawned years ago
in exchange for a little sleep, no, they tied more rocks to your
ankles and begged you to fly - they said they traded your
misformed hopes for something a bit more fitting, a solid
dose of reality with a hint of self-h
Tragedy"A tragedy...." They whisper. I survived.Tragedy2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Eaten by a Dream"I was eaten by a dream once."Eaten by a Dream2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The girl, and I say she was a girl because she looked to be in her 20's, sat down next to me in the waiting area outside the gate for my flight to Houston. I had been reading an article on my iPad and not paying attention when she sat down. But, my memory tells me that I might have taken slight notice of her out of the corner of my eye as she came out of the "Sports Bar" across the hallway from the waiting area a few minutes ago. I figured she was slightly tipsy because of the way she moved. She didn't look to be entirely in control of her motions.
I normally would not have responded to a stranger in the airport, but there was something about her that looked familiar. It was as though I knew her, but the setting was wrong. It was like being a kid and seeing your teacher at the supermarket: a familiar person in a familiar setting, but the two are not familiar together.
"Do you mean that you are consumed by a dream?"
and we'll rotoh, poet boy,and we'll rot2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you are not
or honey bones
& you have only
ever been a god
inside of your own head
.you page tearing.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
give back your
wings, because there is
why they were ripped
away. you cannot hold on
to what you lost.
in the eye of a
storm, you were the one
that fought the eye. and
as much as it
breaks me, that is the reason
why i once loved
you (but i can't hold on
to what i lost).
a youth without flowerswake up, dress in your sunday best - that white church dress with the ribbon collar wound tight like a noose around your neck. don't wince when mamma pulls your hair back into twin tails, even though your scalp feels like it'll split open.a youth without flowers1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
get in the back seat. wonder why your uncle is driving the family car down wheezy roads, but only wonder silently. from the back seat you see his fat old stomach wobble as the ford jostles down a gravel road toward church. apologize to mamma when your head smacks into the window - it's your fault, anyway.
smile like your daddy is the preacher, but don't seem too happy. mamma told you that today is a sad day. this thought rattles around in your tiny head; it doesn't make sense. how can the sky be as blue as a bird's belly on a sad day? there aren't many clouds in the sky.
don't fuss when mamma pulls you away from the kids playing ball underneath the big oak tree. she's only doing that to help you - you wouldn't want those pretty black shoes to get scu
you ate the stars and i ate my heart.this is how i wasyou ate the stars and i ate my heart.1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
fell in love with a boy
with razor sharp
teeth and a
poet's heart. it's really a
pretty kind of thing.
using his borrowed
tongue, he took me in like a
four a.m cigarette (slowly, and
with loneliness in every one of his
joints). we both thought
that enough smoke
would fill in the cracks in our
rib cages; we were both
he told me that he would
like to be a
planet: "all that open
space, all those dying
stars. it would give me room to
instead of telling him that
there is no oxygen in
outer space, i
watched him feel his lungs
implode. it broke my
bones to witness it; but it's really a
dreadfully pretty thing to
what it means to move on1.what it means to move on2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
he told me that if i caught the next train to Detroit,
he would grab me by the waist and take me to the
edge of Proud Lake in Commerce, MI.
holding both sides of my face, he would list off
all the reasons why i was the one.
i am burying this fantasy,
pulling the hum of his voice out of my ear drums.
if you were here right now, i would kiss you
he said before spilling gasoline under my car tires
and flicking his half-smoked cigarette into it.
i miss the taste of his nicotine.
i miss every strand of his hair.
we are both addicts.
his hand was the span of Orion.
in it, he held mine and squeezed all too forcefully.
i should have taken this as a warning, a sign
of love's tendency to strangle its participants.
i just want my best friend back
he whispered in between apologies.
my arms ached to accept, but
some promises are better off broken.
i spent my 16th birthday reading the palm of his hand;
little did i know i was dyslexic in the art of skin.
his canvas was calloused and w