SNKvsDCU: Poison IvySNKvsDCU: Poison Ivy2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Poison Ivy (real name: Pamela Lillian Isley)
Abilities: Plant-based powers
Official Team: Gotham Gals
Debut: Batman #181
Voice Actor: Laura Bailey
Pamela Lillian Isley was a brilliant botanist until a freak accident at a laboratory transformed her into an inhuman and sultry yet sinister being with plant based abilities and the capability to seduce regular humans into her will. Pamela, now known as Poison Ivy, cares solely for plant life that she mothers and as an eco-terrorist, she will do anything to protect it from humanity through hostile, misanthropic means.
*Rapid Thorns: Poison Ivy shoots thorns from her palm at her opponent.
*Vine Whip: She uses a vine like whip and whips her opponent with it.
*Ivy Storm: She summons poison ivy plants from the ground close to herself and they rise at her opponent, similar to Terry Bogard's Power Geyser.
sleep tightThere are dreamscapes,sleep tight1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
vast blank planes that unfurl
in the night to greet me.
They roll off my tongue - like
the lies I used to tell you -
and dribble down my chin,
collecting in the hollow of my throat.
I am swaddled wholly by them,
need no coddling but their
You roam my body,
grace me with your 'why me' smiles,
and grip me tighter.
not so picture perfect.when i was seventeen,not so picture perfect.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the world told me that it was at my feet,
& patiently waited for me to step foot in it
so it could take me as its own.
he told me that the world would
eat me alive
but have faith, he said,
get down on your knees & pray.
i guess god must have low self-esteem.
eighteen taught me
that love couldn't conquer all,
despite the faith it demanded
trust was wearing thin,
just like his excuses,
& i didn't know my role
in a world made for those
who knew their place.
when i was nineteen,
the future escaped me
& the present was a gift
that i did not ask for.
i was drained, exhausted,
& secluded in a cave
constructed from the remains of myself
that i salvaged from the world.
it was no wonder i was empty.
time was running out.
the book i was blindly writing
made little sense, & i was reading
braille on the skin of others.
the sand that weighed me down
shifted, until the glass cracked.
i guess time ran out.
twenty-one was rebirth,
honey, please don't pull that triggerI'm always taking bullets for you.honey, please don't pull that trigger1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Goodbye PuppeteerYou let me build my house with glass,Goodbye Puppeteer2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and filled the rooms with sharp objects.
My doors are made of sick fantasies;
the locks fashioned with lies and political prescriptions
I adopted a pet and named her Insecurity,
she sleeps at the edge of my bloodstained bed...
...follows me to Kingdom come with catharsis.
My meals are comprised of synthetic spirituality.
Consuming cryptic metaphors in dusty dinner chapters.
I drink cisterns of concerned contempt
as the eyeballs roll in corners with toothpicks and martinis.
Popping pills for phantoms they call 'problems',
your comfort is a tranquilizer disguised...disgust.
Arms wrapped me in wrath, constricted by Wisdom.
You clothed me in Judgement but left me naked,
shivering for lack of a face behind the mask...
...you built it from dreams you never attained
My entertainment room is your theater,
you string me up with Judgement Day and Obedience
I'll take a furnace to these whimsical walls,
watch it melt to a molten mass with my paper face
a salve for the world-weary soulHow frail and fragile are these hands which lofta salve for the world-weary soul1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The world in cupped palms. A lifeline stained
With tragedy collecting thick and oft'
'Neath brittle fingernails, these mem'ries pained.
A violet smear, old joints bruised blue
By worry are these bones afflicted still.
And slip'ry is the grip that binds in lieu
Of firm and stable love or iron will.
Alas! The ailments of my limbs fall short,
In power over mine heart they are weak.
There is a bubbling peace my veins doth sport,
Seen in these sparkling eyes and lustrous cheeks.
A remedy for hardships I employ,
You'll find these suff'ring fingers soothed with joy.
don't wait up for meShe can't seem to find a placedon't wait up for me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to set her restless hands,
long and thin
they've always kept her on track
but now they just keep
ticking closer the end.
There was a time,
before those ivory cheeks flushed
dim and dusty with age,
when she wasn't fixed and mounted
watching her life slip by in hours
and days as her hands
played out their frantic dance.
Now her round face is
blank and frozen, and
the minutes she's waited glint
off her glassy eyes.
Like a pendulum she sways
between hope and anxiety and
Her world fades,
out of focus as the moon
flings itself into the sky,
but his absence rings
clear as a bell.
Intoxicationi.Intoxication2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she said she'd never be an alcoholic-
got drunk on hipbones instead, and the smooth punch
delivered by the curve of a woman's waist, and all those
wine-rich promises that lose their sweetness
once they hit the air,
never quite sobered up.
warned her daughter that people,
when drunken in too deeply,
are just as dangerous
Group Therapy"Alright everybody, quiet, please—quiet—now, let's begin..."Group Therapy3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Group therapy at Arkham Asylum was by no means a simple, uneventful affair. The hour-long sessions required no less than ten guards, each one equipped with an electric baton and a canister of mace, and covered head to toe in riot gear. No sharp objects were allowed in the room—no pencils, no pens. Crayons had previously been approved for use in art therapy, but after Joker drove a waxy stick of Tickle Me Pink into a therapist's eye the privilege had been revoked.
Finger-painting had been the next logical step and had lasted for precisely two sessions before Joker—who else—began to paint obscene drawings of Batman onto the walls with his fingertips, depicting the Dark Knight's demise in a variety of imaginative and colorful ways. The therapist at the time had encouraged this behavior, assuring the guards that the act was not one of defiance, but of expression and an eagerness to work thro
Write!Don't go to bed.Write!2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Stay up instead.
Write a story that someone will love.
Write about a cat.
Write about a bat.
Write about an eagle, an ostrich, a dove.
Write about a man.
Write about a can.
Write about absolutely nothing.
Write what you please.
Write what you see.
For God's sake write SOMETHING.
Write what you read.
Write what you need.
Write even if it pains you.
Write what you know.
Write what you don't.
Write because you were born too.
Perfectioni will not touch you like landscapes:Perfection2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
sear the perfect slopes of your bared shoulders
or hallowed hip-bones with all-consuming coaltipped
fingers- will not usurp your skin like something damned
in the crackling dark, courting destruction-
nor will i worship you as if you were divine:
no genuflections or humble offerings of myrrh
and murmured prayers- no pedestal. you are not
some stone-hard temple to be entered
with a heavy heart-
i cannot touch you like poetry;
cannot crown you with the sullied papers
of my scribbling desire, or shrink from ripping off
the sheets i used to cover us in fantasies-
i will make love to you like the humans
that we are,
with human hands, and slowly closing eyes-
a human heart, flawed and feeble,
but i will make love to you
sweet and slow,
i will make love to you in more
than pretty words.
Geffie and the JabberwockJonathan Crane smiled softly to himself as he knocked on the door to Jervis and Alice Tetch's home. Placing his ear against the door, he heard an excited squeal, followed by the sound of small running feet. Jonathan's smile grew and he stepped back from the door. The sound meant that his little nephew, 'Geffie' Tetch, was coming to greet his "Unc' Jon't'an". No sooner had Jonathan stepped back, than the door flew open, revealing a small boy clutching a wooden spoon and wearing a colander over his head like a huge, ungainly helmet. The tot pushed it out of his face, making his blonde tresses poke through the holes in the colander. Placing a tiny hand on his hip importantly, the little boy cried, "One, two! One two! An' through, an' through! The vorpal blade went SNICKER-SNACK!!!"Geffie and the Jabberwock4 years ago in Humor More Like This
Jonathan tried to keep a straight face as Geffie charged towards him, making the colander fall forward over his eyes once more. He stumbled around for a second, then succeeded in pushing it back up and stared u
Forbidden Love: ForgivenForbidden Love: Forgiven3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"You have me, Fenris"
That's what she said..
It gave me hope that maybe I was...
"Freedom must be a terrible burden."
Varric had muttered as he and Aveline left my chambers. Then another walked in, the person that mattered most to me,whether she still believed that or not. After the scene at the Hanged Man with Danarius and my sister, I needed time to cool. But now I had so much to explain to her.
"They don't understand. Yes I am free,Danarius is dead but it doesn't feel like it should."
This was the start,getting this out of the way would clear my mind for later. As I started she sat on the chair opposite me.
"You thought killing him would solve everything but it doesn't."
She was right, I thought killing would solve it all but there was so much left. Though some of the weight of the years was gone but for some reason it didn't feel as good as I assumed.
"I suppose not. I thought if I didn't need to run and fight to stay alive, I would finally be
softsometimes,soft2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i get wrapped up in myself like a kid gets stuck in some
unraveling sweater. can't get my head in the right place,
and it's an itch. and that's not an excuse. and i know
the first time it was funny- you pulled me out and laughed.
the fourth time, it wasn't, but you still pulled. and i hate
that i can't take it off fast enough; that my hands are
red from pulling, and your arms are tired-
truth is, i'll never be able to get naked
quite as easily as you. and that's not an excuse,
either, but you'll have to excuse me: that's the way i am
and practice will never make perfect-
but thank you for doing it anyway. you make me feel like
nakedness is worth it- you treat it like a treasure made
more valuable by the struggle. your words call me from
the holes and i'll follow you, if you'll hold out your hand,
into the light. every time. every time.
and when you get stuck in this unraveling world,
my darling, i will roll up my softened sleeves-
i will keep
bone brittlethey say that love is like an ocean and you can feel the wavesbone brittle1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
filling up your stomach, saltwater rolling against your nervous system.
they say that when you're in love and you curl your toes in pleasure
you can feel wet sand between them, warm against the skin.
but your love was like a desert.
our love left me parched, throat raw, the taste of grit in my mouth.
my stomach empty, growling for some sort of sustenance,
something you always refused to give me when i needed it most.
you told me you loved me, like a mirage floating amongst our heat.
if love is like an ocean then you were loneliness, i guess.
every saltwater tear you cried evaporated into thin air.
you were the Sahara and i was the Atlantic.
we collided every time we met.
my eyes sometimes forget youwhen you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you;my eyes sometimes forget you2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the daily grind goes on; the bus-wheels roll their hides over the asphalt roads;
the snow melts into pools and clings to boots, licking the rubber heels of girls
who sway their hips to music faintly heard; women smile in coffee shops
and leave stray hairs on the wicker chairs; people pass by windows and
catch the light; my fingers turn the pages of new books.
somehow your voice finds me in the midst of this,
and very softly brings the words
that never really leave me:
this is my love.
when you are gone, my eyes sometimes forget you-
but my heart does not.
there are half a billion waysthere are half a billion ways to say i miss you:there are half a billion ways2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that i am waiting like the breathless still body
of an ocean calling back its waves,
that i am reaching for you as a sapling stretches
its fingers for sunlight,
that i am in the pause before the snowflake
flutters down towards its kin,
none of these are true, because my waiting is less beautiful.
i am a girl who stays up too late remembering the way your smile
crinkles your eyes, a girl who turns and sighs under the absence
of your grounding arms, just a girl who thinks that of all
the half a billion ways there are to get to where you are,
just one would be enough,
if i could take it.
Chasefor you i would catch summerChase2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like a teen catching glory on a lean silver bicycle-
ripping through the streets of Triumph and Nostalgia
as if i could conquer or escape each one
and rise- rise- rise with the reddening
of your cheek as it mirrors our desire-
i will chase you until my starving hands
can feel no curves; until my eyes cannot contain
the bursting of your colours like parachutes on a stale
blue sky; until my mouth no longer tastes the days of August
on your lips-
your season lingers
like a haze in the sahara:
some oversaturated mirage,
or maybe just a miracle
that winked out too fast.
The Root of the ProblemI've lived so long asThe Root of the Problem2 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
the light of his life that I
can't live otherwise.
a thousand lilac garlandsYour spine is a ladder, and shea thousand lilac garlands2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
braided it with flower crowns.
Her pressed-lace fingers coil tight
in the wet tangle of stems
as she climbs higher, kissing
the smooth bone with her toes.
She knew the only way
to your heart was through your mind,
but it's a mighty high ledge to reach
and her delicate palms just kept -
So she braided your spine
with flower crowns to
keep her grounded, even as she
shinnied into the clouds.