Mirkwood goes Wilde!Mirkwood goes Wilde!2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
MIRKWOOD GOES WILDE!
A shameless Tolkien/Oscar Wilde crossover
A guard-room in the palace of the Elvenking. To the right, the cells. To the left, the banqueting-hall.
LEGOLAS gazing into the banqueting-hall
How fair is the lady Arwen tonight!
You should not look at her like that.
Noise from within the banqueting-hall.
The King holds his revels tonight.
They say he is fond of wine.
THE VOICE OF THORIN OAKENSHIELD from within the cells
We are the Dwarves of Erebor, and we have come to reclaim our homeland!
Who was that?
What is his name?
Whence came he?
From Ered Luin. A great multitude of fangirls was ever following him.
LEGOLAS gazing into the banqueting-hall
How fair is the lady Arwen t
TaintedTainted3 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Kind words whispered in my ear,
Consuming burden of these chains,
Let me fall asleep in here,
Forgotten in this empty pain.
My body’s being ripped apart
And the pain’s too much to bear!
I’ve lost the warmth of my heart.
I’ve lost myself and you don’t care.
I’m still begging for salvation
And you’re still walking away
While your perfume of red carnations
Remains faded in the air.
I don’t blame you, but my hate
Overwhelms me with disgrace
And even if my soul’s decayed
I must escape this filthy place!
This time I’ve lost myself to grief
And gave my heart to endless darkness.
Despite your prayers and beliefs
You have done nothing to stop this!
Lying numb in this cold prison
The wet air’s hurting my lungs;
My teary eyes see all in crimson —
There's liquid iron on my tongue.
What is this poignant feeling
Dragging me in agony?
Something gross and horrifying:
Tissues grind inside of me!
When I die don’t hold my hand
WillWould you kill me if I were to sayWill1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
“Ave!” to your heartless ways?
I’m so quiet and I’m feeling
Inside of me your venom melting.
You’ve used me to reborn your pain,
Drained me of fire, let it die in rain.
Ave to your darkness, love!
I hope you live the life you’ve earned,
Free of light and filled with guilt
But tell me first: how does it feel
To walk on crushed bones, on my ribs?...
Those crushed ribs of mine...
Ave to your killer mind!...
But you’ve never taught me right —
If I live my human life
Will I reborn from your heart’s fire?
You’ve sacrificed my blood, you liar,
Just to make true your desires.
Ave to your sick heart, demon,
And thank you for the gift you’ve given!
Turn me to dust, turn me to sand,
Turn me into your loved land...
I promise I will wait for you
And make my chest your peaceful tomb.
Thank you for the silence, killer,
And for your damned soul
Self Harm.There's a girlSelf Harm.11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And she's sitting but I think they forgot her name
As if you had raped her
Her dignity taken away from her
Don't pretend you know her when you know nothing of her inner pain
You only cover your eyes and turn away
She's got all that makeup on looking for a place
She just doesn't belong anywhere.
They say that they love her but she only sees them stare
And the whispers are scaring her
She needs the voices to talk back to her now.
Her pale arms are inflamed with red marks
Little dots of blood
The blade dragged harshly over her skin
No one is paying attention to her and that's when she has the idea
She's thinking of him and it never gets any easier
However much she tries to overanalyse
Get through the web of lies.
And if it hurts so much on the inside
She needs to kill the pain on the inside
By drawing a picture on the outside
She needs to do it again and again
Reflect the damage on the outside
Fragile please handle with care
It's a slow process.
But she has no concept of th
I'm AlrightMy mom told me I should stop sleeping so late.I'm Alright2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It’s affecting my health.
Mum, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
I have too much I want to do before I die;
And too little time.
It’s arrogant to say, but I won’t be satisfied with just being good,
I want to be the best.
Pokémon Master of the world: It’s my destiny.
From a balcony, is the only time,
I hope you’ll look down on me.
I want to fight the demons in my head.
I mostly feel uncomfortable when I’m not working.
Writing, music, filming, whatever, it doesn’t matter;
I just need to keep myself busy,
Anything to stop me from picking up a gin bottle.
Mum, I’ll sleep when I’m dead.
Fuck this health thing.
Mommy, I’m alright.
I just want you to be proud of me.
.tick tock, he says.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am coming for you
and now i know
why they call it
.when her love left, it left.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the house empty
and she says
i hope one day it'll
come back to me,
cos i don't keep this shotgun
on my front porch for nothin'
That Love Never ChangesIt was a gentleness I never wanted, nor asked for. A kindness I never needed, nor sought.That Love Never Changes4 years ago in Drama More Like This
Despite that, it was given to me. Even when rejected, threatened, and completely unrequited or deserved, it was bestowed upon me. What strange creatures, these humans.
Rin showers me with her love and affection every time I return; after her marriage to the demon slayer's younger brother I have returned less, as he is now her provider, but she still appears to treasure me just the same. Her words are kind, her actions focused on fulfilling a happiness for me that I do not feel. She laughs in my presence as though I were her joy, even though I so seldom do anything that could possibly evoke it. She is not the only one.
That miko, my brother's mate, is the same.
There is a blueness to her eyes that I have never seen amongst humans, but even to children she will not explain why. Her heart reaches out to all and expects nothing. Rather, if it expe
Old Habits -Ib+Oneshot-Garry flicked his smoked cigarette to the ground, stomping it out with his heel as he faintly heard the final school bell ring. He waited patiently as the students began flooding out the entrance gates, talking of how they were going to just waste their days away, as opposed to studying for tests or working on school projects. He exhaled the plume of smoke he had been holding back, and settled his hands into his pockets. It was just like every other day.Old Habits -Ib+Oneshot-3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Ever since their reunion after the art gallery, Garry made it a point to see Ib everyday. After school he would walk her home or to his house to help her study. If it were a weekend, the two of them would go to the cafe and have some macaroons and some drinks—juice for her, coffee for him. Then after that, they'd stop at Garry's apartment just to hang out and talk about random things. There was quite an age gap between the two, but Ib was Garry's best friend.
The aforementioned girl rounded the corner to the entrance, walking to
Bombia's Tips to Happy Roleplaying. Roleplaying Tips and EtiquetteBombia's Tips to Happy Roleplaying.1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hello, my name is Bombia and I have been roleplaying for about thirteen years. Over those years, I have learned many things and I would like to pass on some knowledge to other roleplayers who are newer to it or would like some tips.
First off, let me talk about some etiquette tips.
Noting a person as part of a roleplay request:
What I find annoying and irritable is if someone just notes me with a "Hello." and nothing else. If noting a person for a roleplay, please tell them why you are noting them. That way the person who you are sending the Note to knows why you are noting them and the process is smoother.
Ending a roleplay
If you no longer wish to do a roleplay, please note the person and let them know that you do not wish to continue and if possible providing them with feedback as to why. That way you do not leave the person longing and waiting for a roleplay. It gets very annoying and rude. In some cases
To Leave*To Leave5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a lousy soap opera,
a dying monologue,
wolf boots and cricket hair,
full of questions and denial.
I throw postage on love letters
I duck under the kitchen table
all I'm hoping for is an explosion.
Maybe the letters could create a new solar system.
I would be the mini suns and moons
and you could be gravity
or lice or a Barret that was never worn,
really, I don't care, dress accordingly.
Oh I have a question:
Why do we always turn our backs away,
why are we consistently empty and aching,
when does the road end, and life begin?
The silence is a wrench stuck in my throat
I'll gladly choke on to avoid you.
Fatal Attraction (Jeff x Jane) Ch. 2As soon as dinner ended, Jeff went straight to his room. He was so confused. Why would Jane save him like that? Why didn't she just let Observer kill him? It was so tiresome to think about. "Meh...I'm tired." Jeff took off his hoodie and jumped into his bed. He was almost asleep when BEN walked in.Fatal Attraction (Jeff x Jane) Ch. 23 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Man, that was crazy." BEN grinned.
"....." Jeff, who was too tired to put up with his annoying friend, ignored him.
"I didn't really expect you to stand up for her, or for her to save you!"
"......." Jeff covered his head with his blanket.
"So..." BEN grinned. "When did you start falling for her?" Jeff shot up and pegged a pillow at BEN's head, knocking the boy off his feet. "Ow!"
"Shut up!!" Jeff hissed. "There's no way I could ever love her!!"
"So you say." BEN laughed and stood up. "You humans are strange when it comes to love." Jeff stood. At this point, he wasn't even tired anymore. "Your face is red, Jeff."
"Screw you, BEN. I'm going for a walk." Jeff walked out the door. "...?" He sc
Ray BradburyRay BradburyRay Bradbury4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We are on the Million Year Picnic
There Will Come Soft Rains.
Hoping for All Summer in a Day.
Yet Something Wicked this Way Comes.
Is it the Illustrated Man
from the Dark Carnival
drinking Dandelion Wine
and burning at Fahrenheit 451?
These are The Martian Chronicles
the tales that wander through lost ages
Way in the Middle of the Air
Singing songs of The Old Ones,
The Green Morning,
The Silent Towns --
And The Moon Be Still as Bright.
This is the Rocket Summer.
R is for rocket,
S is for space.
This is the Naming of Names.
The Taxpayer will watch it fall
on The shore of The off Season.
We are The Watchers.
He is The Fireman
Waiting out The Long Years.
Know, There Will Come Soft Rains.
He is The Rocket Man.
Watching The Fire Balloons
on The Last Night of The World.
leaving The Fox and the Forest
on No Particular Night or Morning.
Know that The Farewell Summer
is Burning Bright.
Is there A Medicine for Melancholy?
Can the Machin
Portal - 100 Themes - Opinion100 Theme Challenge - #4 - OpinionPortal - 100 Themes - Opinion4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
EDIT: If you're unsatisfied with this version, I now have a...redacted...version for the more mature audience. Link is in the comments section. Excuse me while I find a hole to hide in now.
"That jumpsuit you're wearing looks stupid."
Chell rolled her eyes and continued up the metal staircase, trying to ignore the tyrant's continuing tirade. However, GLaDOS would not unlock the door until her barrage of insults had run its course.
"That's not me talking. It's right here in your file." GLaDOS went on. Medical degree in fashion. From France. Blah blah blah. As far as Chell was concerned, there hadn't been a choice on her wardrobe. GLaDOS's opinion was invalid by default.
The door finally opened, and Chell gave an impatient grunt as she stepped into the dark antechamber. The door slid shut behind her, and the lights