The Old God, Savitrॐ भूर्भुव: स्व: तत्सवितुर्वरेण्यं ।The Old God, Savitr4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
भर्गो देवस्य धीमहि, धीयो यो न: प्रचोदयात् ।।
The wind blew sand into your nonchalant soul,
and your heart coughed. I entered the circle
at night, and I was consumed by fire. I did not
know of you then. I have fractured myself into
a thousand souls: but they are all whole, for I did
see you in my absence. Yet you? - you
were sailing, and your head was
full of water light.
I was significant when your mother poured out water
in a copper pot from a balcony; water, which
caught and held the moon, and then spilled over
with a quiet radiance. You wondered whether
the moon l
Dear SteveDear Steve,Dear Steve6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
It wasn't anything like I imagined it would be. I can't remember when they started talking about it, but I remember switching on the television one morning a few weeks ago and the news was full of it, and I realised that they had been for a while. World leaders were meeting to discuss potential solutions to the problem. In talk shows experts were interviewed, religious leaders consulted.
But life carried on. I still went to work, early on at least. I still got stuck in the traffic around Carnon Downs. Work wasn't flooded with a mass influx of panicked people. I don't think Gareth even bothered to pull down the emergency protocols manual from high on its shelf.
Gradually the workload decreased. People stopped going to the doctor, fewer people were admitted. Nobody wanted blood tests any more.
Eventually I stopped going to work. There was no point. I called in every day, just in case.
I ended up watching people go to work in the morning, as they continue
Fairy Tale“Accept my hand, and give share of your land, or I will be forced to enforce my demand” said he, who beneath his hideous mask, watched her intensely.Fairy Tale3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
With frown, she met his eyes of brown, “Tis not my land to which I can give share, cannot your request be more fair?”
His mouth of grin, fell down and pulled thin, “Defiant Lizard Queen! One more time will I ask thee. Do not refuse me twice, for I will not make this offer thrice!”.
Kneeling before her to take her hand, was her loyal but withering, second-in-command.
“Your majesty,” he addressed her gently, “be not intimidated nor fooled; for you are the last true sovereign of this Kingdom your great father built and ruled. We, your humble people, who indeed hail you as both our Queen and King; beseech you to consider the suffering his people will surely bring”.
“Fear not my most trusted friend, for I will not be the one to bring my families reign to an end”.
In tribute to Chun LiIn any country she will fightIn tribute to Chun Li2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For reasons always right
In her traditional dress of blue
She will stand by what is true
Any evil that arises can easily be fixed
By one graceful barrage of kicks
Adorable and charming but never squeamish
She will not start a fight but be its finish
This is a force no criminal can beat
Only Chun Li can be so strong and sweet
Bi-100Queer-NightmarecrowBISEXUAL: 100% SERIOUS, 100% QUEERBi-100Queer-Nightmarecrow9 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
I'm queer, and that's all you need to know.
That's usually what I tell people when they ask, "are you a lesbian?" or "are you gay?" In truth, I'm bisexual, but I don't like admitting that to people.
Sounds pretty dumb, right? But there are certain stereotypes that go with bisexuality, as with any other identity. The stereotype that I've encountered with bisexuality, though (especially concerning bisexual girls), is particularly damaging; it's that a bi person is really not much more than a straight person who fiddles around with his or her friends of the same sex when he or she can, with absolutely no emotional involvement. A lot of people I know automatically associate "bisexual" with "teen: smoker, promiscuous, eye-makeup, pouty expression, disrespectful. Just a phase."
That is what makes me reluctant to identify as being bi. I've heard bisexuals get scorned from both ends of the sexuality spectrum: many straight people think we're
Li'll Artist Motivation PoemI see the many pictures, bright and darkLi'll Artist Motivation Poem3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
to behold for friends, you spoil them that much
each and every picture and word it's creator's mark
with a hand of their own, their personal touch
Darkness and depression their hearts hold
and the stories they wrote for all to see
loosing the feel for the pictures told
for their heroes and idols match they'd never be.
Chin up, proud artists, for you as well
need not match your idols and heroes but see
you have stories to picture and pictures to tell
to be a hero to others, the idol you think others to be.
Grab your pencil and tell us your paint
grab your pen and sketch us the story
for eventhough the light of your glory in your eyes is feint
to many you are that idol, and hold your own glory.
Your art is your own, your stories your fiction
see now that they come from your heart
you need not weep when your workflow has friction
for when you are done you have again created art.
In Tribute to Samus AranThrough the cold desolate void of spaceIn Tribute to Samus Aran1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
No destination is too dangerous when she gives chase
Strong, swift, determined, well-armed, and relentless
All the galaxy's criminals are practically defenseless
Trained by the Chozo to be athletic and fast on her feet
In her signature space armor, there is none she cannot defeat
To deliver justice is her reason to fight
Every space pirate in the universe fears her might
Not even dreaded Ridley can hope to endure
Her skills and arsenal will end him for sure
From planets dangerous and barren
No one can stop the bounty hunter Samus Aran
UMvC3 Fan Moveset: YangUMvC3 Fan Moveset: Yang2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Origin: Street Fighter series
First Appearance: Street Fighter III: New Generation (1997)
Voiced by: Johnny Yong Bosch (EN) Masakazu Suzuki (JP)
Theme song: A remix of Yang's theme from Super Street Fighter IV: Arcade Edition
Alternate cotume: His alternate costume from Super Street Fighter IV: Arcade Edition
Stage: Downtown China -Midnight Thunderstorm- (Shared with Yun)
Standing light punch, Crouching light punch, Jumping light punch
Standing middle punch, Crouching middle punch, Jumping middle punch
Standing fierce punch, Crouching fierce punch, Jumping fierce punch
Youhon Shiun (F +) L + L
Ento Shugeki B, L + L
Raigeki Shuu AIR DF + K
Senpuu Kyaku F + M
Tourou Zan QCF + P , QCF + P , QCF + P
Senkyuutai DP + K
Byakko Soushouda QCB + P
Zenpou Tenshin HCB + K
Kaihou QCF + K
Sei'ei Enbu QCF + PP
Raishin Mahha Ken QCF x
SoRiku - We Talked"So how's everything going with you and Roxas?" Sora asked, as he and Axel wandered around the shopping mall, the brunet happily chewing on a piece of Christmas candy cane an unconvincing Santa was handing out to small children before Sora bound over to him with a huge grin and was given one of his own just so he would leave the poor guy alone.SoRiku - We Talked5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Everything's great," Axel said with a smile, and everything was, his boyfriend was perfect in every way, what more could he want. "I think I'm going to tell him soon," Axel added after a short pause, and the brunet beside him squeaked happily, bouncing as he walked.
"Oh my god really?" Sora asked, obviously excited to hear the news, Axel didn't even need to tell him what it was he was going to say, since it was Sora who had pointed the obviousness of it out to the redhead in the first place. "When?"
Axel laughed at his friend who was currently acting like a school girl reading Shoujo manga. "I don't know," the redhead said as he chuckled, "I ju
Finding Comfort in the Enemy, Chapter 1 -ZADR-Finding Comfort in the EnemyFinding Comfort in the Enemy, Chapter 1 -ZADR-2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The room suddenly felt cold. Zim's body went stiff and he felt a pained, sinking feeling in his chest as he was abruptly cut off from his leaders. He had heard these words before, from a varying range of other Irkens as time had passed and even from The Almighty Tallest themselves on a few occasions. But he never believed a word of it. He thought back to his existence evaluation. The Tallest had pushed his date up a couple of decades. He didn't want to come to the realization that they did that with malicious intent then. His loyalty to his leaders burned strong. The only reason he even lived through his evaluation is because his PAK was too much for the Control Brains to handle. Thinking back, he didn't realize to the full extent what was happening to him or the Brains. Just that the Brains declared him the greatest Invader ever. He hadn't thought then that it was because of his faulty PAK overwhelming them. Zim was unsure of why th
APH Beast - Chapter 4Arthur chuckled as he sloshed his way out of the ocean surf and up onto the white sandy beach, water dripping off of him staining the white sand. He smiled breathlessly and flopped onto his back in the warm sand. He lay there listening to the crash of the waves on shore and the far off cries coming from the port. After a few minutes, the sand around him started to get uncomfortably warm and he sat up. Water sloshed in his boot, frowning he struggled to pull it off. With a loud pop, the boot slipped from his foot and water gushed from the opening of the boot and onto his trousers. He grimaced as he pulled off his thoroughly soaked sock, he put his foot down and switched sides to take the other boot off. With the same amount of struggle, he managed to get it off and soak himself again. Rolling up both of his socks, he stuck them into the opening of his left boot and sighed contentedly.APH Beast - Chapter 43 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A few seconds later Arthur became aware of how hot the sand actually was. With a yelp, he jumped up try
WelcomeI'm ready for a romance to ravage my heart and tear apart myWelcome2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
dusty limbs, I'm waiting for someone to take my breath and
never give it back; I'm prepared to sell all I was for a trip
somewhere new - beyond the paper mistakes I sailed away
down the river long ago. (even rocks and leaden thoughts
won't let the truth sink.)
I left my being somewhere under a waning summer sun
when the trees hummed melodies of moving on;
my soul still stays there, porous and pining and
lost. Dying stars don't lead home.
it's more than just losing
your words, it's losing
I am someone who mourns Sunday morning for another lost
week. I am weak, I am of mice and the men who cower
beneath compromisable truths. I have already
made more mistakes than loose fingers in
two days and a little breathing room.
I am not special. I am the worst
kind of normal, and further
more, I am sorry.
I am me.
dismantledyou're too bad, too mdismantled2 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
h, using my heart as your
h. who knew human beings could
hurt each other by the softest t
h, so deeply
and so very, very
on unlearning how to diethe space between intention andon unlearning how to die1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
inaction has been redefined. they say
the first step to sadness is
to be happy. the second step
is learning loss. they tell us
depression is an abundance of emotions
but everyone here is a balloon
deflated with time, a sun
dimming as years eat away years
and everything changes but
nothing's really different at all.
we drowned before we even saw
the sea, dreaming of that cemetery
a million miles deep; and still,
I cry for the people worth forgetting:
the girl who couldn't take enough
sleeping pills to live her dreams,
the boy so doped out on an inability
to live that he told us about his trips
to Jupiter and back, and
expected us to believe him. the girl
with a ghost smile named after the prayer
she was born to forget, the boy
who slept like an angel and cried like
a fallen, and me, me
choking on gravity and the ever-growing
weight of my own fucking inadequacy
tied tightly around my neck like a noose
not quite designed properly, right,
because I survived.
The hidden royalty Ch. 5The hidden royalty Ch. 53 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
When ______ woke up the first thing she saw were the warm covers of the king's bed. She still was ill, so it took a few time for understanding she was in the personal king's bedroom, in his bed to be exact. When she finally managed to sit she saw Arthur and Francis talking softly in a corner of the room. It seemed like they were quarrelling. At a point they stopped and Francis came near her, caressing her cheek. My little lovey is finally awake! he said with his best smile. The king stood up, ready to being a new squabble; it seemed like the two boys didn't get along well. ______ noticed that they had almost the same eight, but no one seemed too short or too tall, so she thought they had quite the same age. It was actually a hasty conclusion, because she was so hungry she couldn't think a lot. Francis, who had an expert eye with women, understood that and went to cook something for her. ______ didn't surprise so much; the prince loved cooking and he horned into the kitche
Expectantwe're waitingExpectant2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
emaciated souls fall among the
promises of a better day,
memories drape like skeletons,
and we sleep, hands together,
to try and be pious prior to death.
we forgot how long it takes to take
a life, as we write novels about heroes
and purity that we're too afraid to call
myths. the art of distraction is a
nasty one, at that.
the clouds are rending, it's always
hurricane season when the trees cry and
the oceans mourn. the heavens are
caving on top of us as the children
dance in the rain. purged clean,
washed out, they were expecting to be
free- but there are still spiders in their
throats, crawling through their voices,
and holes in their heads for the breeze
to whistle through.
they're the lucky ones, though, at the
end of the day. their vocabulary
only consists of the word please,
while we have a million ways to say
our only wishes are made to make the
horror corrode away
we're waiting to be saved
BuJeet - Tense"O-oh gosh "BuJeet - Tense4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
He hiccupped, and wiped his leaking eye with the back of his hand.
"Wh-what am I "
His knees were wobbling dangerously as he shuffled down the residential sidewalk, and sometimes one of his legs would buckle and he'd have to catch himself before he hit the cement.
This was it, he was done for. He'd never so much as struggled before, but now
Here he was.
He finally lost his will to walk, and soon found himself weeping at the base of a streetlight. It flickered gently in the setting sun, illuminating the backside of the trembling teen as it prepared for night.
He clutched to his book bag, despite it being the accessory being the one thing containing every one of his problems. He buried his face in its worn corduroy backside, and bit on his lips to keep the noise to a low hum.
AP Calculus, AP Physics, AP English IV, AP Government with AP Economics, and AP French III.
5 of his 7 classes were Advanced Placement.
The year before, he'd taken 6 AP classes. So, why
gaiait turned out you were the whole world, after all;gaia2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i stepped outside and you were singing in the green grass,
smiling in the smooth blue curve of the sky,
enveloping me and my glad tears in the gentle breeze.
i took off my shoes and ran for joy.
i will never lose you.
SurrealismThree a.m., andSurrealism2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
God is in my bathtub
a freshwater moon
in the mother-of-pearl sky.
a different explorationwe talk abouta different exploration2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
astrology and ex lovers. the raspberries
dying in the heat, the way the water
bit our skin, the homeless man set out
to buy California, the center of our universe,
you. that feeling labelled “blah,”
and the notion I am not my own.
we leak questions
like overrun rivers, excess spillage,
draining curiosities about that tragic skeleton
balled up beneath your clothes.
and for you,
I’d travel the length between heartbeats,
shallow and vain like your promises,
your liquid eyes.
above all, we were lucky.
miracle children. one in ten,
one in a million, a pair of stragglers
in seven billion exempt from
clarity and unclaimed skin.
I know this guy who had
sorry lips and scars down his spine
without a story. we didn’t have
a thing to say so we talked about
how the stars were our newest horizon,
the undefined, and how we’d escape to them
armageddonarmageddon-armageddon2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is painted black and blue like the invisible bruises on the inside of my ribcage where my heart tried to beat itself to death after you left. and there are permanent salt trails down my cheeks, and my throat, and chest, and salt piles on the floor and i'm broken.
it's an echo in the still-breath air.
words aren't sufficient enough to explain this pelting-hail-pain that is slicing through my aorta and ventricular vein. i'm bleeding out. i'm deathly white. i'm deadly pale. i'm dead.
is breathed in and around the ocean spray and into the constellations that are buried in your eyes and ticking in my heartbeat. and with each breath, another star explodes and the pattern is ruined.
"See, I'm falling apart. This is what happens. You fall apart."
it's that strangling beat in-
that pulsating feel-
sound of the propel-
is the final product of desertion.
as numerous as the stars under your skinand here I am, reinterpreting the definable universeas numerous as the stars under your skin2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in relation to you, the poet, and the gravitation
of your hips (the parentheticals of your sighs, the longing
in your star-ward cries, the vespertine scent lingering
on your weary skin).
I would love every piece of you. I would stay up too long
and watch the night crumble away, to whisper together
the scraps of your misdirected sanity. I would call you perfect
when it wasn’t true, and become the answer
you spent an entire existence
You owe me this, sugartongue; the sweet silence
of your teeth. [this story is like a million others
rejected before it, glorifying earthbound angels:
please]rewrite the world for me.
Gutter- CaughtNemi crept into the room, keeping her eyes underneath the swaying cloth to check for any shadows that would signify a guard, or, worse, the captain. She reached the desk, finally, and looked down at it- the desk was made of a dark brown, almost black wood, with designs on the sides and fronts of the drawers set into the sides of the desk. Nemi could tell with one glance that this desk was expensive. The kind of desk that she doubted could be afforded when one was making a living transporting food to and from markets.Gutter- Caught4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Calm down, she told herself, so he inherited a nice desk or something. Don't be rash.
Because sneaking into a guarded ship in the middle of the night isn't rash. A rather sneaky voice in her head sarcastically noted.
Nemi ignored this revelation and her trepidation over the desk and began slowly opening the drawers in the sides of the desk, seeing as the top was bare save for a flickering candle and an ornate wax seal. The first drawer she tried opened
Death Battle - Decepticons Vs. Daleks - Pre-FightDeath Battle - Decepticons Vs. Daleks - Pre-Fight9 months ago in Comedy More Like This
Lucas Zaboot: "Hey Everyone! Good news! Phan2Angel7 didn't kill us!"
Johnny Zealous: "Better still, he even asked us to make more of these…with a subtle "or else" on his letter…but moving on!"
Lucas Zaboot: "And we don't want to disappoint the guy! So for this follow-up Death Battle, we asked ourselves a question: if alien robots were to attack us, who should we bow down to first?"
Johnny Zealous: "The Decepticons, Renegades of Cybertron and sworn enemy of the Autobots."
Lucas Zaboot: "And the Daleks, the Conquerors of the Galaxy and sworn enemy of the Time Lords."
Johnny Zealous: "For this Death Battle, we're pitting three against three here so that way we won't have an accidental shot be responsible for the winning victory."
DECEPTICONS (GENERATION 1)
First Appearance: "Transformers" - "More Than Meets The Eye" - September 1984
Leader: Megatron/Galvatron (animated series/Animated Movie)
Occupation: Renegade warriors