A MermanOnce upon a time there was a girlA Merman7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Her hair was clear and draped with many pearls
She spent her days out on a golden shore
And walked along the beach reciting lore
There had once been a merman there they say
He played in waves of deep blue sea all day
And courted by the maids of land he was
But never joined them on the land because
He had a lover, deep below the sea
But trapped, as though an animal may be
By jealous nymphs who never liked to share
Who found the lover's beauty far too rare
One day the merman left his idle joys
And dove below the current to destroy
The prison that had kept his love away
So that together they could always stay
The sea was cold and made it hard to see
But he swam on and with an honest plea
He begged the nymphs to let their captive go
And in exchange he gave his very soul
A better gift the nymphs had not received
And in return they set the lover free
From darkest depths the couple swam to sun
With glory of the battle they had won
The mortals on the shore saw
Gumi x Len: Chapter twoGumi x Len: Chapter twoGumi x Len: Chapter two3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
"No, Rin! You know that yogurt you ate was mine!" A voice that belonged to Luka woke me up.
"Please Luka, it was just yogurt! Go buy more!" Rin yelled dryly.
They stood in front of Rin's desk. Luka had her hands on her hips, with a glare fixed on Rin's face that lacked in emotion. I blinked on rubbed my eyes before I made a noise. "Do you guys really have to fight in here?"
They both turned to me. "Gumi, I'm so sorry I woke you! Rin, was just being a pain." Luka apologized innocently.
With a sigh Rin spoke up, "I was hungry, and had some yogurt because Neru ate all the cereal. I was not being a pain!" I exhaled and shook my head.
"Rin say sorry for not asking if you could have it, Luka don't be so greedy it's not a million dollars it's yogurt." Rin mumbled a sorry, and so did Luka.
Before Luka could find another thing to argue with her about I shoved her out. Rin sat at her desk, and messed around on the computer. I glanced to see the time was eight. Groggily, I
CursedCursed4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Great, another boring science class and now the teacher has to leave for an unexpected meeting. I was lying on the floor staring at the substitute teacher, other kids' feet, backpacks and trash. I looked back up at Fiona. She was sitting at her little desk working furiously on a quiz. I could see the gears grinding against her skull as she was trying to remember an answer. She tied her hair in a loose ponytail to keep her hair out of her eyes while she worked. She was also wearing her mask again. Everyone has a mask you know, like most people have daemons. Daemons, for your information, are animal manifestations of a persons soul. We are just not corporal nor visible to other human beings, just other daemons. I myself is Fi's Daemon and will from hereon in narrate the story. Deal. I think Fiona's mask would look like a clown mask, always smiling though lately the ribbons in the back have been wearing thin. The bell rang. The mass of sophomores g
SeasonsSeasons4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The seasons bowed down to her,
closely following her heels,
and danced attendance on her path.
They brought her
the begging gold and rose
when leaves peeled back
the sky in glee
and turned her mornings mellow.
They hid the forest floor
and bit back the branches,
draping her afternoons in white
and winds that couched her dreams.
They heralded the spring
in breezes blue and bright,
soft with aching grasses,
in robins' eggs and starlings' songs
and the bright crown of daffodils.
They slipped her into summer
with softly waning heat
that rolled the evening into thunder
and bathed the footpaths
newly sprung to life each morn.
And yet she scarce repaid their splendor,
leaving grace to chance,
granting a glancing nod
every now and then
and a fleeting hope
for them to gather at her feet
and gaze longingly
upon her lovely face
Fallen StarLying on the ground, head throbbingFallen Star5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Opens her eyes, looks up at the sky
Confused thoughts overflowing in her mind
Tries to sit up, head begins to spin
Aching body protests, injured from the fall
She looks to the shining stars, her sisters in the heavens
Daughters of the moon, glowing like fireflies in the summer
She begins to remember, like a memory long since past
A rip in the sky, a passage between Heaven and Earth
Curiousity grabbed hold of her, enticing her to look within
Stumble into it, plunging into the land under the moon
Where humans walk in the shadow of places forgotten by the sun
A dark place, not the grand world she was once led to believe
Shiver in her thin dress, hugging her pale, delicate frame
The pale blue of forget-me-nots, shot with silver like beads of dew
Barefeet sinking in the soft ground as she stands, trembling
Looks around, all alone, empty silence
Homesick and lonesome, tears sliding down her face
Notice something from the corner of her eye, a small movement
not a love poem.I'm not going to write about pluckingnot a love poem.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
petals off of lifelines
or your cinnamon irises that
i g n i t e behind fluttered lids
I'm not going to write about paper-clip cardiac muscles
bursting through my thorax
or your smiles lines
(which I memorized from left to right)
I'm not going to write about inconsequential movie scenes
stored in the front corner of my brain that
won't stop playing on repeat
I'm going to write about the charcoal contours
painted beneath your eyes
every grapefruit dawn as clouds illuminate
belt-buckles and (tear)stained pillows
I'm going to write about worrylines and
our bitter birdsongs that
bounce off each other
like hymns ending on an imperfect cadence
I'm going to write about a ghost of faerie dust and
jittered beats as you
p r o m i s e me needs that surpass cigarette butts
and shiny new hair
(Everything's fine as long as I have pretty hair)
I'm not going to write about littered endearments
Valentines Day At CHBValentines Day At CHB4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
VALENTINE'S DAY AT CAMP HALF-BLOOD:Intro
I have to admit those uglies in Hephaestus Cabin made a great job with the attractions for the Valentine's Day preparations.We worked extra more for this year,attractions,decors,a ball,and we planned a special thing this year. Of course as the Head Consoler,I'm the boss of all these acts.I will make this year un forgettable.
This year the camp looks like a Valentine's Day Wonder Land.There areLove Tunnel,Amazing Love-o-Coster,Love-Might-Be-Scary scary house,Swan Lake,Dove-o-Mania and Forbidden Love Garden.
As I was checking the last things Mitcheal came to me running;
"Drew,Crystal wanted me to ask you if there are any extra love potion."
"What?!Haven't you already finished it?!"
"We did,we did.But she wants more because she said she'll give it to some one else."
"Tell her no because first we sold them all and second I don't want anything to go wrong so she can't mess it up with any unplanned people."
"All right,I'll tell her..."
Pray for an end of MingiAmong some tribes in the Omo River Valley in southwestern EthiopiaPray for an end of Mingi2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
certain children are considered Mingi (Impure, Ritually polluted)
Reasons for being declared Mingi are:
Being born out of wedlock.
Being the result of an unplanned pregnancy.
Being born a twin.
Being born with a cleft lip or palate.
Being born with some sort of deformity or imperfection.
Having one's genitals injured in some way.
Having ones teeth develop in the upper jaw before the lower jaw.
Chipping a tooth during childhood.
Children declared Mingi are considered cursed by the spirits.
It is believed that if allowed to live a Mingi child will bring misfortune to the community.
Children declared Mingi are either abandoned to die or killed.
Mingi children are either drowned, starved, or, in the case of infants,
have dirt stuffed in their mouths so that they choke to death.
Please, please pray that this evil practice stop!
INFO AND WAYS TO HELP.
Coukyo Bands and RolesCoukyo Bands and Roles9 months ago in Plot Outlines & Synopses More Like This
Coukyo Bands and Roles
★Common Band Information★
Interaction between different bands is very common. Almost inevitable in populated regions.
Bands without builders or those knowledgeable on construction usually live in nests. However coukyo are capable of building shacks, huts, and simple housing. Nothing too extravagant like a wood tiled house complete with heating and plumbing.
Bands can be created at any time. However a good foundation is needed, therefore it may be hard. Most commonly, new bands are formed by branching off of larger ones.
All coukyo are expected to stay loyal to the band they were born in. Those who leave for their own reaso
Existence of God Part 2The second way is from the nature of the efficient cause. In the world of sense we find there is an order of efficient causes. There is no case known (neither is it, indeed, possible) in which a thing is found to be the efficient cause of itself; for so it would be prior to itself, which is impossible. Now in efficient causes it is not possible to go on to infinity, because in all efficient causes following in order, the first is the cause of the intermediate cause, and the intermediate is the cause of the ultimate cause, whether the intermediate cause be several, or only one. Now to take away the cause is to take away the effect. Therefore, if there be no first cause among efficient causes, there will be no ultimate, nor any intermediate cause. But if in efficient causes it is possible to go on to infinity, there will be no first efficient cause, neither will there be an ultimate effect, nor any intermediate efficient causes; all of which is plainly false. Therefore it is necessary toExistence of God Part 23 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
WhyWhy3 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
There's a saying that says that sometimes people don't reach out when they're hurting, that they cut themselves off, because they want to see who cares enough to tear down the walls and sweep them up into a hug that makes everything wrong just crumble away and makes everything right come from those arms. This is why people cut themselves off. They're challenging the world to show them they care. So what happens when nobody comes? When nobody can come? The despair closes in and you wonder why, God? Why when you say you love me, when you say you are my father and my husband and my lover and rock and protector and everything those arms represent, why don't you chase me?
He didn't stand at your window with a song, the warm night air ruffling his hair and his eyes directed up towards you, and only you.
He didn't write you a letter, telling you how much he loves you and how he can't stop thinking about you.
He didn't sweep you off your feet and carry you when you couldn't take another step.
The ArtistThe artist knows that her teeth are a palette,The Artist3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if only she could figure out the colour scheme
of her innermost thoughts. All she knows is that
they taste like Earl Grey with just a pinch of salt.
It jars her tastebuds and she paints a picture of seventy
shades of disapproval with a roll of her eyes, the slight
nod of her head. Two pupils widen when the brush slips and
injects colour - if only a burst - into swarms of grey
fruitflies lusting after an ashen peach.
She knows of all the colours in the spectrum
and knows their flavour, can persuade them to lay
on her page while she seduces them with detail.
She'll lend her ear to a box of paints as they crawl
into her thoughts and tell her to give them a life story.
She'll snap her brush when the sun between her teeth
bursts, shedding a million lights over a blank page.
Finale: Reunion.Finale: Reunion.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
"I have to make a phone call to the gym!" Roy yelled as his voice was drowned by the helicopter departing nearby.
Roy and Mae had just arrived in Sootopolis city. The wealthy young man had to arrange a private flight for them to travel in the city as it was impossible to reach the isolated island by other means of transportation besides water related ones.
The blustering wind played roughly with Mae's dark shoulder length hair which was thrown into a messy, yet presentable bun. It caused her to drop her purse as she quickly tried to hold her hair in place. She had spent a great amount of time making sure it looked nice for her meeting with Nero and didn't want even a strand out of its' place.
"Okay! Let's go inside!" she cried out. He waved his hand in the air dismissing what she had said. She rolled her large black eyes and dragged her belongings inside the building. A tall, lean male in a dark suit stopped her in her tracks and offered to assist with her the luggage.
To LoveOnly in my dreamsTo Love5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To be appreciated.
To be loved.
To know that you're needed.
That's all I'm really asking for
I'd never dare to ask for more
It's the only thing I need
but it's still only in my dreams
You make me, completely, dead on the inside
You never, considered, how hard it is to hide
these feelings of sincerity
How I wish I had clarity
The moment you walked into my life
I wished that I could make you mine
But I cant
It's still only in my dreams.
Now what is there left that I can do?
I've tried so hard to think it through
But you still don't have a clue
I just want to be with you
ResurrectionResurrection4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
i see the world with new eyes
now it all begins
You.You told me onceYou.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you would break my stars,
tear them from the sky and devour them
s l o w l y.
I neglected to tell you
they all had their own feelings
and your bruises form my own constellation
in the quiet valleys of my firefly skin.
I am the milky way.
And you, my sweet-
You are nothing more
than a dead star
with a pretty name.
Even the stars let me down.I won't ever be the girl.Even the stars let me down.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
No matter how many times I wake up on the faded old couch in your second floor apartment, I won't be the kind of girl you actually want to take home. No matter how much you think you do as you migrate across the room to get closer to meas if we're magnetic. As if there is some invisible force pulling you to me like gravity.
Except I swear to God, there's none of that and I'm less inclined to believe that love works like this. Like it's some tangible thing that we can prove, define or rationalize. Like there really are some invisible strings holding us together. Like people can actually feel something forever. I still don't see it since I don't ever feel anything that lastsbesides emptiness. I can't imagine how anyone can.
Still I stay here, until I find myself tossing and turning at four am with your breath hot against my shoulder blades, and I'm finally figuring out that I have no idea what I'm doing anymore, because I think I might be doin
Twilight-Uncensored Ch.4ReviewTwilight-Uncensored Ch.4Review4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Review of Chapter Four
By Stephenie Meyer
Quick recap from previous chapters tell you that Bella Swan moved to Forks because she's a masochist, every boy in the world must be in love with her [even if they're gay] and Tyler's van didn't succeed in its assassination mission. Quite a riveting tale, no?
So here I go again, with my bag of F-bombs, Wonka Runts, the Terminator 4 Sound Track and a crappy book that's probably not even worth being drug across my ass.
Mainly because who really wants hard paper on their backside? I don't. I like my soft tissue. It's got puppies and shit on the logo.
In the beginning of this chapter, Bella described a dream where apparently Edward has a severe case of radiation and probably need to be contaminated. She's trying to run toward him and can't seem to catch up.
For god's sake woman, hasn't anyone told you not to go toward the light? You like die or something. Is it just me, or is Edward being the light in this da
JapanxReader ~ I heard thatJapanxReader ~ I heard that2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Turn left. Turn right. Make a U-turn. Make a left turn at the fifth stop sign. Keep on going for another... *calculating* ... 50 miles.
"WHAT?!" You shrieked as you hit the breaks. Your car instantly stopped, almost making you hit your head on the steering wheel. Glaring at your newly bought GPS, you took a hold of it and threw it angrily outside your window.
Cheap crap, I knew I shouldn't have bought that GPS from that suspicious looking guy in the white van...
Sighing to yourself, you pushed a curl of hair behind your ear and restarted your car engine to get back onto the road. Technically, you were on your way to your friend Kiku's house. You had borrowed a couple of manga books from him and were intending on returning them to him as soon as possible. Luckily, today was a free day for you, and so you took that rare opportunity to drive to his place. Problem was, it had been a while since you last visited him and you couldn't quite remember where to go. And that's when
Judgement"You need to stop doing this."Judgement4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"Stop doing what?"
"Writing me into your stories."
"Because it scares me. I'm not this guy that you write about. I'm not some kind of Prince Charming and I'm certainly not a sea God or whatever you like to say about my eyes every now and then."
"Yeah. You really need to work on your judgement of people, because this is all wrong. It's like you don't know me at all!"
"So why don't you correct me and I'll fix my idea of you accordingly."
"Well firstly, I'm a really nervous person."
"Yeah. Your hands are either fiddling with your hair or your sleeve, or you're biting your nails."
"And I don't like going out. I'm a hermit."
"Except to your best friends' houses, or to the animal shelter, or to me."
"And I'm dead inside."
"Says the boy who hides his tears at the sight of an injured puppy."
"I do not."
"Yes, you do."
"Anyway, I'm not always nice to you. In fact, I really don't do enough."
"You're right. Except yo
A Suicide Note..A Suicide Note..11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dear Mum and Dad,
First of all you need to know that this is not your fault,
It's mine, for I locked my problem inside me like a vault,
Problems that I was never able to tell you,
Problems that I'm sick of dealing with. I'm through.
I'm sick of pretending that everything's alright,
I'm sick of having all these emotional demons to fight.
I can't take my depressing life anymore,
I realize I felt this way too often before.
I now know I'm not needed in this place,
Just another stupid teen, just another ugly face.
I can tell I'm secretly hated by everyone I know,
Though, when I'm around, they don't let their hatred show.
My life has no purpose as I can clearly see,
No one needs me and everyone hates me
I hate this world I live in, I hate how I feel now.
I try so hard to be accepted, but I don't know how.
I hate my reputation.. a fat loser.. a slut
So I'm ending my life, my wrists I will cut.
I want you two to know, that I really do love you,
But I hate my life too much, this is the only thi