A Dangerous ManHe came into town on a cold, dry windA Dangerous Man9 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Kicking up dust and blowing sand
The sun dimmed for a moment that day
The howling wind seemed to say
“He has the look of a dangerous man”
His eyes were hot and black as ash
Glaring at those whom he passed
A gun at his hip and a hidden knife
Surely he ended countless lives
Whispers rose like the hiss of snakes
“It’s plain to see, anyone can
He must be a dangerous man”
Not a word he spoke as he came through town
His mouth twisted in a constant frown
His footsteps echoed in an empty street
The locals hid when he came around
They closed windows with a tinny creek
Trying to avoid the dangerous man
He checked the inn where he planned to stay
The keeper shivered from his gaze
The man paid up front and spoke no words
That betray the thoughts of a dangerous man
The locals gathered around and spoke in fear
The Sheriff ran to grab his gear
The Pastor called out to his god
They wailed and cried out for a plan
Save us from this dan
To Be Different1. The First ScientistsTo Be Different1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A single flame burned in the night.
After a hundred thousand years of avoiding it in fear, one man approached.
Others ran from him in shock
Claimed it was death to touch the flame
But they were silenced as he held the torch aloft
Into the darkness he brought the light, and into the cold he brought the warmth.
A single grain grew in the soil.
After a hundred thousand years of destroying it in ignorance, one man approached.
Others stood around in surprise
They claimed it was a waste.
But they were silenced when more began to rise.
Into the wild he brought order, and into a world of hunger, he brought food.
But if the myths tell us true
Then Prometheus was bound in pain
For challenging the dark with light
And challenging the gods with the flame
Cain was banished from his lands
His gifts ignored and disgraced
For challenging the hunter with his grain
And natural chaos with order
The Light of God was cast from heaven
And will always be condemned
For the good it broug
The World's Greatest ActorThe World’s Greatest Actor, now a father, prepared lunch for his three children. Humming to himself happily, he slathered pieces of bread with peanut butter and jelly. He put them each into individual plastic containers, then the containers into brightly coloured cloth bags along with plums and juice boxes. He wanted to make sure they ate healthy but enjoyed what they ate. He was rewarded with their smiles when his three children came running in. An elder girl in grade two, followed by a twin boy and girl who were in kindergarten, greeted him. He said good morning and picked them all up in a bear hug, kissing them each on the forehead. They laughed and ran to eat their breakfasts, cereal which he had poured for them. When they were done, he followed them up the stairs to make sure each one of them brushed their teeth, washed their hands, and picked up their school bags. He watched them shove their carefully packed lunches into their bags and run out the front door. He stood withThe World's Greatest Actor1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Bombia's Tips to Happy Roleplaying. Roleplaying Tips and EtiquetteBombia's Tips to Happy Roleplaying.2 months 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
Because I Forget Some broken heartsBecause I Forget2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Will love again,
Some fractured minds
Watch sun-rise, and mend,
Some happy dreams
Are cherished by friends,
Because you have love,
You will triumph again
Some broken hearts
*not sure what to title this* -- 10.21.2012Hands around throats*not sure what to title this* -- 10.21.20122 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And Cheshire cat smiles
Watching you choke
And reach your demise
Maybe if you weren't that stupid
You'd try to understand
That I've always hated you
And your face I can't stand
The thing that I hate most
Is the sad fact that I
Used to look up to you
My devotion being blind
Why can't you understand that you hurt me so long ago?
But now I know the truth, and my scars I will let show.
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."Un roti de Cupidon7 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Un bruissement d'ailes presque froufroutant sur sa gauche le fit se retourner d'un bond, mais il ne put percevoir qu'un bref mouvement du coin de l'oeil. Ils étaient rapides, bien trop rapides. Jamais le vieux ne réussirait. De nouveau ce bruit soyeux, semblable à des ailes de tourterelles, mais bien plus proche. Dans son esprit il pouvait les voir, tournant au dessus de sa tête comme autant de vautours prêts à la curée.
Le bruit assourdi des détonations résonna et tout autour d'Emmanuel une pluie de plumes commença à virevolter tandis que cinq bruits sourds accompagnaient la chute d'autant de corps autour de lui.
"Ramasse les, petit. On a encore du boulot."
Avec une grimace mi admirative, mi dégoûtée, le jeune homme se mit au travail, enfilant des lourds gants de cuir pour se protéger. Son supérieur était encore une f
Quakes The only thing telling me I wasn’t dead was the hand that reached into the cage and caressed my sun-burnt skin. Cool droplets of rain kissed my back as I lay face down on the hard ground. With every breath I sucked up more dirt; my throat was painfully dry and my chest ached to collapse. But I didn’t have the energy to sit, or even roll my head to the side.Quakes7 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
“What’s wrong with that one? Why is he taking up an entire pen?” The voice was rough and agitated but I couldn’t bring myself to look up.
“He’s sick, sir.” A pause. “He drank from a river on the way over. I didn’t want him to but he was wea--”
“You let them drink downstream?” There was a sharp sound like wood against skin, accompanied by a yelp. “Are you going to give me back what I paid for them? Are you?”
.I tattooed your name.7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
across my heart but
I told the artist
don't go too deep,
these things don't
last forever, you know.
a monster's romanticsI got a nervous habit and I drink too much.a monster's romantics4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you tell I haven’t slept very well since the last time
that we spoke? “We’re killing time just a little bit faster.”
The words come with a new kind of sadness.
If it looks like Armageddon’s coming down today,
please don’t tell me that I’m dreaming; I can’t tell
if he’s real or a made-up version of her again. And
the hardest part of living is just taking breaths to stay.
Ma muse aveugle(English version below)Ma muse aveugle3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Elle laisse à mi-chemin la froide brume dans les ténèbres épais,
Disparue malicieusement en catimini derrière un nuage d'engelures
Elle passe, s'arrête et se fige dans cette toile pleine de tristesse ;
M’apparaissant lors de mes nuits glaciales assombries par le chagrin.
Vêtue de ta robe d'albâtre que mes tourments essaient de salir
Radieuse en ce soir dont tu as drainé toute lumière, tu représentes
La quintessence de la beauté éternelle, l'unique perle du ciel,
Vestige de mes vies inachevées.
L'Attente tisse ses gelures au fil de nos jours trop long
De ses membres décrépits, sans fin. La Lune, ma muse...
Ton éclat se meurt dans les méandres de notre souffrance,
Sur ton visage de marbre, une expression figée depuis des siècles
Un sourire se cache-t-il derrière tes cicatrices
World Building: Lore (V 1.1)The world was created by an elemental being known as Aetheros. He gave life to the world by giving a portion of his own mystical energy, which was split into four pieces. These individual pieces gave the world four unique elemental powers: Fire, Water, Wind and Earth. After forging the world to how he desired, he created the first mortal beings to inhabit this new world. Throughout the years, these mortal beings discovered the powers which Aetheros gave to the world and learned to control them for themselves. Aetheros decided to call this mortal race Elementians, as they were the first mortal race to inherit the power of the elements. As time passed in the world, it was thought peace would be eternal. However, one day, Aetheros noticed a rise of a pure and impure energy manifesting in his world. He noticed how conflict was rising between the Elementians as they constantly judged the actions of others in this world with no order. What Aetheros didn't notice is that the manifested energyWorld Building: Lore (V 1.1)11 months ago in Settings More Like This
She smells like flowersThe young boy just wanted to hold her tightShe smells like flowers5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
As he felt her amber hair flutter about in the breeze
Looks scattered timidly, unrestrained heartbeats faded away
This young adventurer finally found the fragrance he'd die for.
Putrid seas of despair became Twilight's holdings
Here comes victorious Dawn, hammering her flowered flag into
The possessed boy's skull. This new Freedom he was blessed,
Kept running through his mind as if he has lived thousands of lives.
He craved her all night long, a fellow bottle in hand
Waiting made his night last longer than eternal Oblivion
Howling as a lost soul, until he smells her again,
The shy boy was reeked of youth's insouciance,
On his fresh field
Le parfum de la Lune(English version below)Le parfum de la Lune6 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Des étoiles filantes naissent, vivent,
À travers ce ciel chargé de plomb,
Sombre abîme des cieux, bas et lourd.
À la manière d'un paysage champêtre
Les bombardiers volent, gazouillent
Et les bombes tombent du funeste prunier.
Dans la toile de ces mygales casquées,
Des lucioles retenues par leurs pattes vindicatives.
La nuit leur est plus douloureuse que l'immolation,
Plus longue que le solstice d'hiver.
Les fleurs se fanent à jamais ; sur le corps se gravent
Des balafres à vous en faire frémir le pire des tortionnaires ;
La rosée sera tâchée de perles de sang.
Ces astres éphémères sont nés, ont vécu,
Puis se taisent à jamais.
Ces fillettes déjà oubliées,
Elles n'ont plus que le parfum de la Lune
Pour s'imaginer à quoi aurait pu ressembler la vie.
Slivers of light(French version below)Slivers of light7 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
The most dreadful winter of my life came.
I abandoned the idea of a blossoming future,
Fled the misery of my own motherland,
For a woman I have far too often dreamt of.
Among the singing buds of the Shinto shrine
A white plum caresses my back,
Its petals lull me, my eyes are sealed, sweet reverie,
A convent of grass
The junk of my thoughts
Send me to Amaterasu.
Blushing Lotus, enticing Lilacs, panting Azaleas,
So many mistresses!
Enough perfumes to be drunk from them.
Why, my promise, have I been waiting so long to join you?
Your hair like Sakura flowers
Your laughters sound like Shamisen.
Over the pond, a dragonfly sits down and begins to dream
ThankfulI am thankful thatThankful3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sky is blue,
the grass is green,
roses are red,
violets are blue,
and, most of all,
I am thankful that
you are you.
to ElixirYour voiceto Elixir3 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
like two fine glasses
for my eyes
And to become drunk
And to inebriate various moments
In your sphere, my veins are warm
Like a tide,
you roll me
Like a rain,
You as water, you a wonder,
you melodic, pulling, lustrous
into the brisance-
into the volatile syrup
of your creed
Weave into me
each igniting strand
of the quilt of fuses
blanketing each thought you think
Blanketing each moment
Weave me in- I want to know
what immersion has to learn
from your light- To know
more than first sight
L'ombre de ton ombre(English version below)L'ombre de ton ombre5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Une brise printanière passe. Sous la douce Aurore, des souvenirs bourgeonnent, et tes regards de bleuet...
La saison de notre amour.
Parmi les échos dans ma tête, ta voix y résonne. Comme si j'avais grandi près de toi, à t'apprendre petit à petit
J'aimerais te faire rire.
J'arrache de ta garde-robe quelques fragments de ton être. La douceur du coton, du lin, et de la laine m'enivre
Doux parfum de tes habits.
La perfection de tes courbes et le désir qui en émane réveillent en moi des sentiments encore inconnus
Un péché vivant.
Marchant comme si tu étais porté par le mistral, ta démarche est puissante et virile
Retourne-toi, je suis là.
Six Words for the SufferingPain ends, but you must not.Six Words for the Suffering4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Haunted(English version below)Haunted4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Mes rêves me parlent encore de toi,
Sous une pluie battante où ces lames s'écrasent contre moi,
Chaque goutte m'est plus douloureuse que la précédente.
En hurlant au désespoir, Solitude me contemple et compatit.
Seule, je me noie
Dans ces marécages sonores où ton nom résonne,
Asphyxiée par ma propre respiration, dans un murmure
Mes poumons se remplissent de ce manque.
Cette corde du désespoir à laquelle je suis pendue
Cédera bientôt sous le poids de mes tourments
Permettant à mon esprit de prendre son triste envol.
Un champ fleuri écorché vif dans la fleur de l'âge,
Mon âme m'est arrachée comme les racines du vieux chêne.
Je ne suis qu'une carcasse vide voguant sur l'océan de la dépression
Où j'ai l'impression que même le vent souffle ton nom.
My dreams are st
ChangeFat. All I can see is fat. My butt, my thighs, my stomach. I raise my arms, desperately hoping that lifting them will lift the weight off with them. No such luck.Change1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
“Hurry up, Kathryn!” I hear Julie huff exasperatedly from the other side of the door. She’s getting bored now, tired of waiting for her big sister to emerge, stunningly beautiful in her prom dress.
You and me both, kid.
I begin to scramble out of the pink dress that makes me look like a balloon, stretched and shiny. Carefully placing it back on its hanger, I pull my leggings and oversized hoody back on. Glancing quickly in the mirror, afraid of the fat girl who looks back at me, I check that my hair is okay and my make-up hasn’t smudged. Unlocking the changing-room door, I mutter to Julie that the dress didn’t fit - a small lie, but better than telling her... what? That I look like a beached whale in anything that’s form-fitting? That my body is disgusting, covered in stretch marks and scar