Collecting VersesCollecting Verses10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
~Love, you'll be the death of me, yet I dare not refuse
your arms, your eyes, my soul, my heart, and all that'll be the death of you~
...a Storm he hides behind his gaze.
What darling child is this that seems
to hold within all heaven's dreams?
Within his eyes, all icy blue
what burdens weigh, what cares take root?
His skin ne'er lit by glow of blood
beguiles the moon to bring the flood.
These tender hands they holdeth sway
the sky, his eyes now metal gray.
How shall thee overcome these walls
How break through fates' most cruel net
that forbid thy heart into loving fall
and forbid rain from eyes-- now violet?
Smouldering... in all senses of the word
What darkness tending has there been
beneath that cloak of gabardine
that lustrous shine those sunlit eyes
'gainst skin by sun caramelized?
What radiant death was 'ere made thine
that made thy heart forgot of rhyme
of beat and cadence, beat, and yet
grant thy brea
Designer PrisonDesigner Prison9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Rain is a peculiar thing - and so are you.
As the ground becomes a panoramic sponge and the world becomes a shallow sea, you shower in baking powder, only to have it wash away and leave streaks upon your face. this is a losing battle with Mother Nature; she knows your game-plan. She may wear spectacles with lenses miles thick; but she can see you with perfect precision and pluck you from the cloud you have not-so-gracefully fought to reach.
Your sling-backs do not provide much traction upon that cloud, do they? Water vapor is harder to walk on every day; surely one day you will ge tthe hang of it and show your superiority. But be careful. Your face is still running - running away.
Your prison is a white-collar resort, where guards and convicts drink Mai-Tais and show faux pity for the poor boy with no pants. His feet are scabbed over and his hair is nappy and matted; yet his smile can power a small country. This is freedom.
Your shackles look a little tight - but they are Gucci. I am s
Top 10: Predictions for 2009Top 10 Predictions for 2009Top 10: Predictions for 20097 years ago in Humor More Like This
10. US Dollar collapses, new Skittles-based economy implemented.
9. DeviantArt and Google merge. Entire world embraces dA as a new paradigm for peace and love, and art appreciation soars. Wars cease and defense budgets are instead diverted to the act of creation, not destruction.
Literature community is still ignored.
8. Honda introduces new plasma-powered hybrid car, solving both homeless and energy crises simultaneously.
7. Apple's next gen iPhone released. Weighs 4 pounds, has a full-sized keyboard, 14" LCD panel, and a lid that closes. People stand in line and pay $6000 USD to own one.
6. Time travelling Abe Lincoln shows up at President Obama's inauguration and delivers high-fives to everyone.
5. Britanny Spear's career continues to emit enormous sucking sound.
4. Vast new reserves of oil are located on the moon. First interplanetary war begins as BP and Chevron fight
Heart HackShe password-protected her heart.Heart Hack8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The secret code was 'I love you'
And he cracked it.
He used it to gain access, and he messed up her system.
Filled up her memory space and deleted her priorities.
She's long due for an update and a repair,
But she wants to be switched off forever.
all the pretty birdswalk but not quickly thru the crooked townall the pretty birds9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
& look at this universal splendor:
there are tilted alleys with houses of trash,
lodging magpies & hollow bags of brass
belongings worth less than fury & sound.
this: a town dually in black & in white.
kings of unclaimed crowns crow at the ravens
that rapaciously pace on broken walks
while in the tall towers peddle the hawks,
preying devoutly & clearing their throats,
swallowing themselves from cups & glasses.
& on corners the loons & the cuckoos
parrot phrases they have heard on the street:
my family tree is losing its leaves.
youre just an albatross, we tell the loons,
who grouse at pigeons for sake of sparrow:
two for a farthing & now five for two.
the pigeons say no & they fly away
to roost in identical parts of town,
to line & comfort the nests of others
with shreds of greenest leaves, pounds of heavy flesh.
how cardinal it is to keep cuckoos
behind cold meshwire fencing & gates,
without a nightingale: to nurse the wounds,
WE WANT YOUTHE LEGION OF BUTTERWE WANT YOU6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
WE ARE STRONG AND STILL GROWING, ACCEPT BUTTER AND NOT MARGARINE.
Words To Avoid"Words To Avoid In Creative Writing"Words To Avoid6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
We've all heard there are some no-no words in creative writing - these are words that you want to avoid "at all costs" some people say, but do you know which they are, and why you should avoid them? Well, I didn't the first time I saw a list of "words to avoid", and not surprisingly, a lot of people who write these lists don't know why either. (I know, SHOCK! GASP! just because someone wrote a guide doesn't mean they know what they're talking about.)
So, this morning I went on a word-finding spree to find these "word lists" and find out WHY I was supposed to avoid these words - and more importantly, HOW. This guide will explain what I discovered.
WARNING: Quite often in this guide I am going to use words I say you shouldn't. Do as I say, not as I do. I address one problem at a time so as not to confuse people, so yes, some of my examples will have several mistakes in them even if I only address one of those mistakes.
I love...hate...youI love it when you wake me up in the morningI love...hate...you11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I hate it when you forget and I am late
I love it when you greet me hi or hello
I hate it when you say nothing at all
I love it when you wait for me
I hate it when you show up late
I love it when you share with me
I hate it when you hide yourself from me
I love it when you do what I want
I hate it when you're afraid of me
I love it when you cheer me up when I'm sad
I hate it when you don't seem to show you care
I love to hear your laughter
I hate to hear you when your about to cry
I love to tease you all the time
I hate the way I feel when I've hurt you
I love the way you talk to me
I hate it when you refuse to answer me
I love it when you wish me luck
I hate it when you forget I need your support
I love it when you remember me
I hate it when you forget about me
I love it when you make me feel important
I hate it that I don't matter to you anymore
I love the feeling of being able to stand alone
I hate the feeling of missing you now that your
CrawlingCrawling1 year ago in Drama More Like This
Have you ever looked into the mirror and just saw someone completely different? You give yourself a hard look and the person you see is SO different and SO hard to look at that it turns your stomach to even give a glance? That's what I'm doing and I can feel my insides twist and turn telling me to look away because that isn't you and I know it is. What can I do? I want who I was back. I don't want this and I look away into the bedroom thinking my escape is there. She's not...she told me this morning she was going to do something or go somewhere but I completely tuned her out. I didn't mean to but I did and she gave me this hurt look...it stung. Instead of arguing about it she gave me a sad smile and brought me back to reality. She reminded me of the appointment today and asked me to go as if I'd back out from agreeing.
I think she was just worried it'd be too much though I need it. She didn't push me even if she had give me a little shove in the right direction. She just asked me to go
Loving to Hate LoveI love you with all the hate I can muster. Your beautiful face makes me sick. Within your intelligent eyes I see nothing but density. You have become so old fashioned in your ways that you are modern. Your soft hair is greasy with lies and your foul mouth rots with delicateness.Loving to Hate Love4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
The natural pose which you fight to maintain reeks with pollution. The words you whisper in my ear are sweet nothings, so I know we both detest them.
You are my hated friend and most doted on enemy. I despise you too much to adore, but I adore you too much to despise.
BushidoBushido12 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The idea of bushido, the Way of the Warrior, is not easily encompassed in any document. It involves the concepts of honor, face, duty, personal courage, and self-esteem; but there is so much more. Whole tomes have been written that describe it, yet very few books or essays have captured its essence competently. As a result I will provide you with some basic guidelines to follow that will aid you in your becoming a samurai. You must also realize that those who are members of the lesser or greater houses also fall under the umbrella of bushido. A samurai need not be just a warrior: "samurai" is a catch-all term for a noble.
Honor in bushido is vastly different from traditional Western concepts of honor and nobility. The most striking contrast is its lack of morality. Bushido is not about being a good or moral person. It is about being an honorable person. The samurai sees no difference between life and death; death holds no fears for him. As a result, a
Singing LalalaThe setting sun looks beautifulSinging Lalala10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I lean beside you
You continued your story
While I sing lalala
I circled around you
And with a surprising move I hugged you
You were quite upset
As if I wasn't listening to you
I kissed you
Then you're the one singing lalala
You carried me up
With a smile we did a duet
Punk!England x Reader OneshotPunk!England x Reader Oneshot3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Punk!England x Reader
CONTAINS SOME BAD WORDS
Going to school had its ups and downs for you. The upside was that you could see your friends. The downside was that you had to do a crap ton of homework. But somehow you managed to do it all in one night. You were a regular girl in school with [h/l][h/c] hair and bright [e/c] eyes. You got along with almost everyone in the school except for him. He had emerald eyes and dirty blonde hair. And his eyebrows! Man, don't even get yourself started on those things. You could probably land planes on them! You two just didn't see eye to eye. You tended to stay away from him and he did the same to you. Everyone knew that you two hated each other, what for, they didn't know. Anyways, you were in English class and were talking to Alfred Jones. "Hey, [name], are you trying out for the talent show?"
"Oh, I don't know. Probably not. What am I going to do? Sing? I don't have a good voice."
"Well-" The bell rang, cutting off Alfred. Yo
FateFate11 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
A sunny day in the park. There is a single bench CENTRE stage. GOD is sitting on the LEFT side of the bench. He has long, white hair and a long, white beard, and is wearing a simple white robe. He is reading a newspaper. Enter PETER from the RIGHT. He is wearing black pants, leather shoes, a white shirt and a garish, comical tie. He is carrying a paper bag. PETER sits on the bench next to GOD, setting his bag next to him. He folds his hands and admires the weather.
PETER. Beautiful weather today.
GOD [focusing on his newspaper]. Mm-hm.
PETER. [Extending his hand] The name's Peter.
GOD [shaking PETER's hand]. God.
[GOD returns his attention to his newspaper.]
PETER. Um… God?
PETER. Not to be rude, but… your name is God?
GOD. I am God. Or at least I was God.
PETER. I… see.
GOD. You don't believe me.
PETER. Would you?
GOD. No. But it doesn't matter whether or not you believe in me.
How to Raise a SociopathHow to Raise a Sociopathic Serial Killer from Birth:How to Raise a Sociopath11 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ages 1-3: be nurturing, it is necessary in order to raise a physically and mentally strong child. keep only one stuffed animal. anytime the child misbehaves (after the age of 2), hit the stuffed animal (or remove a limb) and say, "look what you're doing to teddy! you're hurting him!"
Ages 4-8: buy a puppy and keep it until it's old. let the child become attached. whenever the child cries, beat the dog and say, "you're doing this to your puppy every time you cry!"
Ages 8-10: the child reaches an important stage where love is starting to be reciprocated. this is when children start learning HOW to show love. get mad and severely beat the child anytime you catch them practicing this. say "love is a weak emotion! killing will make you stronger! you don't want to be weak, do you? this is what happens to weak people." Then proceed with the torture.
Ages 11-14: divorce or kill spouse. (this works best when the mother is the one who leaves/d
Love youThe day I met you.Love you6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The day i saw you sitting on the ground.
The time we spent splashing, all 'round.
Words of truth there I've spoken'' many girls i known (?)
But you were clearly the finest of all.
So pretty and bright like a rainbow light.
Fallen in love with you even to this very day,
I know in my heart I will always feel the same.
Sorry I am,
Like never before because of this mess
But believe you're the best
In the darkest night I wonder "is her love still by my side?"
In this illusion of a day I wish together we could stay,
Together, enjoy the sky so shiny and bright.
So tell me, my perfect goddess of the sun.
Will we ever shine together so bright and make jealous even the stars in the moon light?
Hear the howling of my soul night, when moon shines so bright yes, my love, It's my heart screaming your name in the darkest of nights
I've been longing to reunite with your warm lovely light.
Feelings I don't deny,
So I could call myself with a pride Poet of emotio
the maskthe mask5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I'm Great, fine, spectacular. In a way
I relish every night, and I live every day.
I live, I laugh, I write, I sing,
I wonder what the new days will bring.
Then I get home, and I take off the mask.
The day, and almost impossible task,
Is finally over, and so I lie Down,
and wait patiently for the day that I die.
I cry, I scream, I bawl, and sleep,
even though I have promises to keep.
I wait, and wonder, and cry some more
And I ache and burn from my very core
Then, I'm not alone, and the mask reappears:
Out goes the grief, pain and all of the tears,
As I am a happy person, cheerful all the day.
A world full of rainbow, not one shade of grey.
Of course I'm not okay, I'm not fine,
No matter how much I seem to shine.
I don't even know why I feel this...
Why my existence is one long, endless abyss.
But it is, and will be, so I cling to life,
As one day I might slip, and end it with a knife.
But, I'm still here, no matter what my dreams might say
And I hope that one day I will actually b
LiesHow can you deny the truth...Lies6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How could you run away knowing i speak the truth..
Knew you did that lie i would never say to you
So how could you call the truth a lie..
How could you trust them more than me
You said your feelings were true
yet it appeared to be just a typical lie
How could you enjoy hearing me cry...
Knowing its you who always lie...
So Let my heart to cry
Until i forgive all these lies...
Queen of InsanityQueen of Insanity3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Queen of Insanity
These invisible walls
Hold me inside.
Stuck in a never-ending maze,
Comfort, I can't find.
Like scars on my heart,
I'm hurt but it's not seen.
My sanity's tearing apart,
And it will make me queen.
Queen of Insanity,
Queen of the Insane,
As wrong as death itself,
Like the ideas I have slain.
The ideas are a whirlpool
Of sorrow and fear.
I say I've thrown them away
But in my heart, they are here.
Queen of Insanity,
Queen of the Insane,
My laws are Hell itself.
My laws will burst your veins.
3-1-12 Julia Ngo
Under the SeaThe sea swallows me and I did not resist.Under the Sea10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The light slowly fades away as I drown
Will I able find my answers under the water?
I lack the courage to guide myself
And there is no one else to do it for me
No prayers would do and I'm desperate.
There are lies and I'm not strong enough
To stand for myself or to realize them
It blows me hard on the face.
Because of the pressure under here
My ears are now failing
But I am long ago deaf with insecurities.
What is it to be touched by warm love?
Realizing that between land and water
They are of same coldness.
How beautiful it is underneath
Where I see the colorful fishes and corals
The outside has forsaken me to see
The darkness and the silence
How it seemed not so surprising
As I lay here underneath and dreaming.