This is for the UnderdogYou know what it's like,This is for the Underdog2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When your feet touch the bottom.
You wish you were like others,
But you know that you can never be.
The glam and the glitz,
The sound of a thousand people cheering you on.
That's not for you,
That's never going to be for you!
But you know what,
You've got something else inside of you.
You've got something else,
That no one who sits on a lofty throne could ever have.
And that's pain...
You're in pain, because you know this is bitter.
You're in pain, because you've been denied something better.
But you take that dose of bitterness
And you swallow it like it's god-damn medicine!
Because the king expects you the crumble,
The king expects you to lie down and surrender.
So play dead if you have to,
But when you rise again...
Make sure you tear out their god-damn throat!
From the Closet and the MindFrom the Closet and the MindFrom the Closet and the Mind2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
(Your breath I do smell, it emanates from your paled, chalky lips, how pinkish they are, though, I shan't place a kiss.)
It is never nothing you foolish mass, widen your eyes and do not hide; now I will abuse you, do not plead for your life, your nerves are pathetic, I am your pride.
This mass I am, this living mass, a glutton which shan't count your 'precious' sheep, abandoned you are in hopes and dreams, I only wish for you not to sleep.
(The droplets of water sink down from your scalp, how I wish to tear out its brownish color, oh, an idea, quite a lovely one, I shall sew and use it for a coat to wear.)
The door shivers in fear, out does IT beg, the knobs which turn are a simple distraction, IT yearns for your flesh and blood within; fresh linens and dolls shan't frighten IT away.
(I observe your form, how it shivers and jiggles, quite tasty you seem, though, you do appear sore..)
The door has fallen, stare
'life support''life support'11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is shutting down. No one else sees it, because the foam pets are selling nicely. The goldfish are being won. They are playing "Stairway to Heaven" yet again on the Fire Loop. Appealing to the masses.
When she says to me, "the sun is setting," I already know. I close one eye, aim and shoot. Its yellow, dead body loosens its grip on the sky and starts to drop.
"Probably," she says, "no one else is even watching."
I really, truly know what she means, but making words out of a feeling is impossible.
"What... the hell... are people doing?" I ask finally.
The people below us are moving from ride to ride like obnoxious trick-or-treaters. Getting what they want and moving on brainlessly. It's hard to look at something as beautiful as a sunset and not think about all the idiots missing out.
"I couldn't say. Digging their own graves, perhaps? Or throwing up? Or taking pictures in the photobooth?"
"There's a photobooth here?"
My weak spot, but I won't say anything.
[APH] Piecioglowy orzelZabór rosyjski, 1865 rok[APH] Piecioglowy orzel2 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Po kilkusekundowej przerwie, mała kropla wody znów kapnęła na posadzkę, odbijając się echem po nieznośnie milczącej celi.
Nie mogło jej spotkać nic gorszego niż duszne, niemal parujące pomieszczenie i złośliwie spływające po ścianach krople wody, podczas gdy dosłownie paliło ją pragnienie. Nawet mogłaby się doczołgać i namoczyć język tym, co skapało na podłogę- gdyby nie miała dodatkowej przeszkody w postaci łańcuchów. Nawet one nie mogły jej dać spokoju. Przy najmniejszym ruchu ręki pobrzękiwały, przypominając, w jakiej żałosnej sytuacji się znalazła.
Zaczęła się zastanawiać, czy ich celem jest ją wykończyć. W końcu jakie byłoby inne wytłumaczenie na fakt, że od dwóch dni
Our Voices Create StarsBlue grasses of bleeding dolls lined neatly through my hair of white, they sing with me a grace of pureness, one strung together through a plague of smite.Our Voices Create Stars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The rains of ash with our cauldrons darkened, a shaded place of grey and night, we speak the whispers through the calling nightmares; a speckled window of blood to cast out the light.
Our flesh-woven faces of whitish tongues to string along the weakened who glide, within our bodies contain much innocent clockwork; though, through the wires a voice to hide.
Born of a puss-like existence mixed verily with a prideful glare, to each soul we dare to carry away far, their mouths pinched and flailing as was our mother's hair.
Lined neatly in the spacious darkness, we place them as a star of light; the evening's musk of reddish screeching, humanity's glare is banished from the night.
The Medium - 1Lenny never could decide whether he and Mara were a thing. Sometimes, he thought they were, and sometimes they definitely weren't, and sometimes it was just completely impossible to say what they were. He knew he loved her. He thought she might have loved him back, but he was never sure whether either of them was ever in love. Maybe.The Medium - 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
He did know that she was exactly the right shape. She fit perfectly under his arm, up against his side, like they were puzzle pieces and that was where she was supposed to go. They matched.
It was two in the morning, or maybe a little later. Lenny lounged on one end of the couch, and Mara was where she belonged, there beside him. His mouth still tasted like cheap wine, the kind that leaves a sweater on your tongue. It had been hours since the real television had stopped and the endless commercials had started. The light from the screen caught on the two glasses, two bottles on the table. It lit up Mara's face. She had fallen asleep.
He let her stay there.
Gooty TarantulaI'm not afraid of you.Gooty Tarantula2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You're not a small
on long thin legs,
a freak scaring
with its grotesque.
Your coloring is beautiful,
the graceful shining
of the noble metal -
I'd caught you
to look at how you
devour little flies
and the rest
of little insects.
After the next one of
your ample meals
I'd take you on my hands.
Suddenly I'd start to regret
my impudence and stupidity -
as the injected venom
would give me a lesson of life.
Why I can never be the NoblesseHaving recently caught up with Noblesse, I realised there are many reasons for why I could never be allowed a position of that much power:Why I can never be the Noblesse2 years ago in Humor More Like This
1. Frankenstein would be female and it would be a harem manga
2. Upon meeting all the female characters I'd be like:
"Hey there girl, what's your sign?". They stare at me like I'm outta my mind.
"Shin woo! Ah beer googles blind! I'm just tryin' ta unwind."
3. Since I have mind control and can modify memories I would seriously run through the streets butt-naked screaming 'AHHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH-AHHH' just lose it .3.
4. Upon watching Code Geass: "All hail Lukedonia!"
5. Upon watching Gundam: "For the principality of Lukedonia!"
6. Upon watching My Little Pony: "Frankstein, I wish to acquire one of these...cutie marks!"
7. Upon reading Twilight: "Frankstein...what is this HORRID inelegant THING. We must purge it immediately..."
8. Upon watching Avatar: The Last Airbender: "Frankstein I am shaving my head and painting an arrow on it. I want it
Radiant ContentmentMyRadiant Contentment1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Within Drawers We HideWithin drawers we hide with eyes gleaming like sliver, combinations of flows with fleeces of spells, the children lie sleeping with ears open to slumber, shaded witches we are, always grasping bronzed bells.Within Drawers We Hide2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Into their meek bodies slither deep do our limbs, crawling within fleshy organs, thus, planting our faults, hear us not scratching further to pierce crimson rivers, dreamless sleepers they are; tendons leak as they waltz.
Through dark grottoes of nameless we grace upon acid, gently padding their bodies with a silicone-like press, it may appear to degrade them, although, not a muscle dare tremble; our work is complete within this dear guest.
Race out of their motionless we do with blue hearts, our symbols burnt neatly with a touch of sugar, to others we soar on wings built gently, into hiding we glide, never once do we shiver.
SurrealOdorous fingernailsSurreal1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
As cancerous lakes
Twice upon licorice
a numbered doll.
Of chalky prestige,
climb with ease.
la lune.i'm falling into comfort with luna,la lune.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
who is looking particularly lovely tonight.
i have watched the orbit change
and the media has told me that she's closer than ever
and she's making the tides drastic
pulling further away
before rushing in and engulfing the entire coast
for hours on end.
mother told me that some people feel the orbit
in their bones
and i'm believing it for the first time
cause its not just the ocean thats leaving me stranded.
you're further away than ever
and your head is scrambled.
its just luna.
Runaway - PrologueRunaway - Prologue3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It sounds so exciting, so dramatic, doesn't it? "I ran away from home"
People picture you actually running. As fast as you can go, as far as you can go, houses and streets and towns a blur around you as you run, heading towards an unknown destination, a new life, untold adventure. They imagine you feeling a rush of adrenaline as you do it, part excitement, part fear. The world is laid out in front of you, yours for the taking.
Frank didn't actually run. He walked, hadn't even had to sneak out of the house, no one had been home anyway.
And it wasn't even like he was running from anything. He just had thatů Pull. He had to leave. He had no idea where he was going, he just knew he had to get away from the place he'd grown up in. The place he'd lived the first dull, if good, twenty years of his life.
He'd left a note. Said he'd call, though he had no intention of calling, not for a while anyway. He just wanted to get away.
Okay, yes. The adrenaline, that he would admit he fel
Why I shouldn't be MagnetoOkay everyone, here's a little humour for you. I have just gotten done watching the latest X-men movie and I realise that I would just be ridiculously evil if I were the real Magneto (not the movie one). So, just like with my last humour piece "Why I Shouldn't Be the Noblesse", here is a bit of humour on why I shouldn't be Magneto.Why I shouldn't be Magneto1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Reason Numba #1:
I'm Asian. That alone is reason enough. I'm sure you're familiar with the fact that different races all have different racial attributes when our characters are first rolled in the game of life (i.e. when we are spawned from our mummy's womb). Asians get a HUGE bonus to intellect, often with extra feats like 'intense focus' and 'plotting' as well as 'patience'. These are all traits that would benefit Magneto's powers and I will show you how over the next few reasons.
Reason Numba #2:
Consider the following: Magneto tends to openly show his powers instead of hiding them. This is a fundamental mistake. CONFUSE your opponent by hi
Forest ChildSheltered by the shadowsForest Child2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
…of looming trees…
Their tempting whispers
,oh, they drive the calm-minded to scream
And as these voices combine
an uproarious laughter does begin
While madness and chaos dance
,so do my feet begin to move
I’ve found my place among the giants
,running into an unknown fog
My importance covered with new innocence
If only I had seen them as they looked at me
,their eyes are bitter darkness
,and coiled wrath
Like the sharpest needle on my skin
The wind blows, my skin chills
Prickles of excitement and fear
Meshed into one,
,as my soul turns into fire
,at the moment my barefeet touch the Earth
I feel her rumble in release
,and the trees, they turn on themselves
As my essence burns those left in my wake
NoiselessGreying hands behold.Noiseless1 year ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Parallel tones align thoughts.
DisinfectPowdered rivers drench porcelain curtains.Disinfect1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Throughout residences of youthful hands.
Which, of serpents and decadence, erode upon description.
As ensnared coils within fiery sands.
AttentionMisha found America agreeable, for the most part there was the Boston traffic, but it wasn't as bad as Moscow's, and the food was overly rich and too abundant. But the people of the city were positively warm compared to the Spartan attitudes he knew, he hadn't had a single dollar stolen from him, and the university kids couldn't keep their eyes off of him. Not even the boys. He'd heard catcalls walking by a gathering of young men, the kind he'd learned to call "bros." It was his hair, maybe, or the way stubble refused to show on his face: in America, you could be anything other people wanted you to be, it seemed.Attention4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
He told Sasha about it on the phone, who laughed at him. "You're getting a big head. The Americans are gawking at you because you don't look like them."
"I don't think that's it." Misha took a handful of almonds and threw them in his mouth. He knew Sasha would doubt him he always did, dwelling in what he called his "nativist cynicism." It didn't seem to involve m
Learning From KnocksLearning From Knocks:Learning From Knocks1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I used to be a fucking idiot!
I guess that's why some people never took me serious,
But I have learned from the truth that is hideous;
My only wish is that I wasn't so oblivious...
Because when I took a fall from my cloud,
I hit the solid ground, rose up to be pushed down,
Misery surround now.
I'm just fightin' this war,
Wagin' for my own crown,
Letter for letter,
So I can say I never backed down.
Facing adversity, my only adversary,
Is my own drive to make success a necessity.
From when I greet the morning until I say my goodnight.
I'll still be chasing after dreams until I walk in the light.
So for the patience and the people still readin' my works,
I can tell you I will never die, that's just a quirk.
I bet you'll see me comin' back like I'm raised from the dead,
And I will leave you with emotions that'll ring in your head!
- Chen Yuan Wen, 12th May 2014
~ Beginning of a new age
The Nature of LeadershipMy friends,The Nature of Leadership2 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I come before you as a Captain, but one who has learned from the ways of the past. I address you now to speak both of myself and of the belief that I hold for the future. We are humans, creatures of free thought and free speech. We gather in groups, connecting with those who are like-minded. We form these bonds because it is impossible for us to live alone, but even then, we think and act as freely for that is the gift of our being.
Yet even such gifts can be abused at times. Often we do not realise that the weight that our tongue may be enough to sink another in grief. Each word that we speak must be chosen carefully, for the power of the speaker compounds the weight of his speech. Some, carrying their first spark of greatness, might take this too far and abuse their strength. I was one of those individual, if you had known me in my early days. I spoke carelessly, without concern for any other and I viewed this as my given right. Indeed, I was shown to be very wrong.