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
Bombia's Tips to Happy Roleplaying. Roleplaying Tips and EtiquetteBombia's Tips to Happy Roleplaying.10 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
Last Night I Committed SuicideLast Night I Committed Suicide, and I encourage you all to do the same.Last Night I Committed Suicide1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
To purge yourself of the broken shell, the scarred wrist, and the emptiness inside of you.
I did it last night, I ended it all, I ended the pain...
and I watched my sorrows fly
And then the sun came, and woke me up. It engulfed me In it's healing light, it filled me with its warmth and love.
It told me that I was in control of my life.
It told me that I was not a coward.
The world will not change for me, so maybe I will have to grow stronger for it. I can be strong, I will be strong.
Last night I destroyed my suffering, I killed my sorrows, and I woke up a new.
And I encourage, despite the pain, to do the same.
Desperate love (song)Desperate love (song)1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Haven't heard from you in months
Our love used to give us goosebumps
Now it's like this, being together was my only wish
Now we just reminisce, on what we could've had
This makes me so sad, because the goods become the bad
Go away and never stay in my way
This silly game you used to play
Controlling the strings of my feelings
Bloody puppeteer of your smiles...
I won't look back and just go away
Each day has it's own way of showing us a better day
Which is the best way to live without you today?
I can't get you out of my head no matter what
So all I do is jot, these rhymes that I have in my head
Sometimes I wish I was dead, but instead I just go ta bed
And I cry, cry, under the moonlight's cruelty
And they bleed, bleed, mutilated limbs
And they laugh, laugh, my elderly demons
I wish I could have suffered differently...
Now I'm just another wreck in the sea of griefs
All I wanna do is laugh with you
But anytime we talk it turns into a
Glory Be! March 14th, 2014I smile as I unravel an e-cigarette from its plasticGlory Be! March 14th, 20141 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
and cardboard. You've bought it for me
As if you could dam my mania, my titanic
movements, inside 4 inches of vapor.
Naïve lover mine; naïve lover, who knows me
so well, I love your love that believes
There's a tame me, more than a wildebeest
or the Jenga game played too long,
Ready to fall, you wonder if you'll be it:
that last gap
to topple all.
Don't fly too high(French version below)Don't fly too high1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
"-Do you have any talents?
-Several, I'm actually pretty talented."
"I love what you're doing Rose...
Rose? I hate that girl. "
To you, peacock, who proudly believes you're showing your feathers off,
Can a monkey pretend to be knowledgeable without being educated?
From your supposed intelligence emanates a tone of stupidity
To make the cattle from my childhood's fields jealous.
Apothecary of lies, selling his smiles to the more destitute,
Words deprived of meaning and more hollow than your skull,
Your poison spreads slowly as the assassin time.
To you who is, after all, only a shadow of dust
Any storm will evaporate you
Look carefully at your reflection and think, if you can;
Then from your false throne reigning on simple minds,
You'll realize the bitter truth:
You, who think you rise above the others,
Don't fly too high,
The divine beauty of the sky
Was never meant for you.
Ne vole pas
a monster's romanticsI got a nervous habit and I drink too much.a monster's romantics1 year 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.
Un roti de Cupidon"Patron.. je suis pas sûr que ça soit une si bonne idée..."Un roti de Cupidon1 year 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
Ma muse aveugle(English version below)Ma muse aveugle1 year 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 ?
Ensemble, nous attendons patiemme
Master of puppets(French version below)Master of puppets1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
He has his dolls wrapped around his finger
Willing to besmirch their honor, soil their souls
Do degrading things, human things.
Just to survive in this fouled world
Survive one more day
And struggle against the fear of being still alive.
But these poor little creatures of silk have little choice
The master is pulling all the strings.
Master, your dolls aren't mere puppets:
Behind their frozen appearance, drugs as an only friend
Nobody to release them from this putrid hold.
Only used to entertain your guests
They know they're dirty, they feel dirty. They know
The experience of violence, ashamed to exist.
Missing a heart like a real marionette,
The master knew how to handle his puppets as no one
And make them enticing to the eye of his audience,
Closing on them his grip of terror.
On a beautiful sunny morning, the master,
Strutting in front of his collection, noticed with pleasure that
His brothel never had such succ
to ElixirYour voiceto Elixir11 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 ombre1 year 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.
Tel une divine peinture de la Renais
A rose for his freedom(French version below)A rose for his freedom1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Last member of a decimated lineage, gangrenous
He assisted his relative till the end of the road
Himself imprinted all his life with this fatality.
From the unreachable sky fall feathers of grief;
His weary soul takes his ultimate breath, hollow and heavy
As a grave. Finding his new cage forever.
The last whisper of this redbreast without wings.
On this funeral granite, a dropped rose;
His dreamed freedom, late, cruel
Only the cradle of Death was able to give it to him.
Une rose pour sa liberté
Dernier membre d'une lignée décimée, gangrenée
Il assista les siens jusqu'au bout du chemin,
Lui-même empreint à vie de cette fatalité.
Du ciel inaccessible tombent des plumes de chagrin ;
Son âme lasse pousse son ultime souffle, creux et lourd
Comme une tombe. Trouvant sa nouvelle cage pour toujours.
Le dernier murmure de ce rouge-gorge sans ailes.
Sur ce granit funéraire, une
She smells like flowersThe young boy just wanted to hold her tightShe smells like flowers1 year 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
Haunted(English version below)Haunted1 year 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 still talking to me about you,
Slivers of light(French version below)Slivers of light1 year 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
Le parfum de la Lune(English version below)Le parfum de la Lune1 year 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.
Fragrance of the Moon
Shooting stars are
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)2 years ago in Settings More Like This
ThankfulI am thankful thatThankful4 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.
Six Words for the SufferingPain ends, but you must not.Six Words for the Suffering1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nocturne of the Fallen - Ch01This is my first Warcraft story and I hope it is not the last. I have background alias pieces done for the characters so you have a general idea on some appearance as well as how they are under my WMV section of my gallery. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did writing it. ~ FireflyNocturne of the Fallen - Ch013 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1 - Vicente
The evening sun began its decent into the horizon, a cool autumn breeze dancing through the grass fields, drying the sweat off a lone miner's brow. The muscled man leaned back from the mineral deposit he was working on, stretching slightly to ease the tension from the day's work. Walking back to is tool cart, he leaned his pick axe against it, dusting off his black slacks, and grabbed his red, button-down shirt, putting it on.
"Vicente!" a female voice called. Vicente turned his attention to the young woman who was approaching him, a smile crossing his face. The woman returned his smile with her own, brushing her long, black hair behind her ear. She had long, black hair re
Shadow of the Moon: Chapter 1Shadow of the Moon: Chapter 11 year ago in Drama More Like This
Her skin is the color of the moon, her hair is like rivers of fire, and her eyes are sharp shards of ice. She lives in Mirkwood; she knows its secrets, its paths, and its horrors. That is why Gandalf chose her, chose her to lead the dwarves through that cursed forest. But Ithildae is far from human, the black blood of an Orc flows through her veins.
Shadow of the Moon
Part One: Memory of a Life Past
*All dialogue is automatically Black Speech.*
Beginning of the Moon
Clawed stone carvings covered the walls, their patterns clinging to the faint memories of the ones that once walked the halls. The ceilings were high and arched with grand Dwarven architecture, ancient and worn from countless years of feral life. Moria was truly a marvel. But the squeals and arguments of young Orcs
Green X Little sister! Reader-CarolingGreen X Little sister! Reader-Caroling1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
There down the streets was a little girl probably around 5 years old dragging her older brother who is 16 years olds. Why you ask, will Green promised his younger sister,(name), that they would go caroling.
"C'mon big brother," (name) said to her older brother,Green.
"Ok, don't worry there will be enough time for caroling," Green said.
When they got to their grampas lab (name) tried to ring the doorbell, but was to short to short to reach it, so Green had to pick her up.
Professor Oak opened the door not expecting to see Green or (name).
"Grandpa," (name) said while hugging him.
"Hello dear, why are you and Green here?" Professor Oak asked his grandchildren.
"We are going to sing to you," (name) replied.
The two started to sing, which was pretty funny since half the time (name) couldn't pronounce a word(who blames her she's only 5).
"That was beautiful," Professor Oak said while laughing.
"Bye grandpa," (name) said while waving.
"Smell ya later gramps," Green said.
"Bye you two stay sa