G Gundam QuotesG Gundam Quotes5 years ago in Scripts & Screenplays More Like This
1. "This hand of mine glows with an awesome power! It's burning grip tells me to defeat you! Take this! My love, my anger, and all of my sorrow!" (Domon Kasshu, G Gundam)
2. The school of the undefeated East!
The winds of the king!
Look! The East is burning red!
(Master Asia, G Gundam)
Little JarListen love, it's okay to cry..Little Jar5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let it out if you need to
I'll be here to catch those tears
I kept a few in a jar
I tried to throw it across the way
but I promise it will come back in a couple of years
You know how much I love you
and that the bottle in your hand is so sweet
You only think it will take away your fears
While it might prove to do so
Those monsters will never leave
But I'll always be here with a little jar
I'll be here to catch your tears.
OptimismI dug my hands deep into the fresh snow,Optimism4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And found the butterflies I'd buried there
So long ago.
With my two hands, pale and shaking
I carried those fragile things to the house
My heart- quaking.
I'll drop them, I just know it
I still hear the song pounding
I've sown it
Doubtless dragons in the way
Looks like rain above
And debts to pay.
Still the wind whirls a dance
The leaves clap their hands-
Take this chance.
The Unseen LifeThe Unseen Life2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The Unseen Life
I thought pain was created to fade
But it seems like my life was crafted to break
So I apologize to the mirror and say "I'm sorry, it's too late."
I can't even look at my own face, as I can never accept my mistakes
I realize that I am brokenly made
My mind bleeds away the memories I've wasted
Remorse begins to slowly fill in the gaps that are left
This stained razor blade leaves every dark moment perfectly divided
I try not to indulge in act of prayer, because I refuse to ever confess
Even in death I will never rest
All visible colors descend into the ground
And time drifts off to sleep
Every sharp outline ascends into the clouds
As this reality begins to dream
This world has truly abandoned me
I keep on doing what I've done
So I can't deny that I've forsaken hope
I couldn't stop the emptiness once it had begun
But I had no other choice, because I was left alone
All I have ever had was myself to disown
Dawning self-hatred with no e
GladiatorBeing an artist sometimes feels like being a gladiator.Gladiator1 year ago in Letters More Like This
Though the occasional flowers heal the superficial wounds or boost the ego after an exhausting fight, they do nothing to keep pain at bay when I go back to my cage.
Just like gladiators who die in the arena, spilling their guts out in the concrete and omnipresent dirt, just like the reality of the screams and wails covered by the cheers of the masses... so do I spill everything I feel on paper, for your entertainment.
And just like the cuts of a sword through the flesh, going down with a shriek on the naked bone, are real, so are the nervous strokes of the pencil real, and the words are real, and the pain is real, and the love is real. And this is the only way I can do art, and you have it all, the gore and the sublime.
And I will keep doing it this way until I collapse in the dirt, with my guts spi
FangirlY’know, you really bring out the worst in me.Fangirl1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
I like to think I’m a fairly sensible person; sometimes beyond my age, sometimes a little bit below –I admit it-. There’s not much about myself I take pride in, but my mind… my mind has always been one. It’s been the one constant in my life that kept me from absolutely hating myself.
I was the one pushing gender boundaries at that epic, tender, oh so important age of 5, hanging out with the boys because of course they didn’t have cooties, don’t be stupid.
I was the one the teacher chose to help her with the other classmates. Well, with their schoolwork anyway. I wasn’t the best role model otherwise.
I was an honor student, wisdom beyond my years. And if later in life my academic achievements weren’t so great, well of course that was because I was bored of it and couldn’t be bothered to keep it up. I was always smart.
I failed to understand the attraction to the heartthrobs
The Mirror Chapter 1Chapter 1The Mirror Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As I walked out the door that morning I noticed five police cars parked on the street around my neighbor’s house. The front door was wide open and there was caution tape around the entire front yard. My curiosity got the better of me and I slowly walked toward the tape.
“Excuse me sir?”
The police man turned to face me. “What can I do for you?”
“What happened here?”
“We’re still trying to figure that out.”
“What do you mean?”
“The entire family that lived here was murdered last night.
Scary Monster aNd Nice Spirite EnglishScary Monster aNd Nice Spirite English2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Scary Monster and Nice Spirite
We all at some time feel it … this feeling, this sensation, this adrenaline. When we are in danger it is when more it appears and is what it gives us the force to go out of difficulty, all … WE ALL in this world have it, some of them do not develop it, others if, others simply see it as a curse … as I pass to my 3 years ago …
SMn´NS chapter 0
I was in the habit of being a normal girl, any world was saying that it was like an angel … (A nice spirite), was happy nice, sweet, had very good qualifications. My only friend (with the one that had more confidence) to the one that was telling him everything he was Jeff a boy of the same stature blond hair gray eyes, I was a girl of medium stature, chestnut-colored too clear hair, eyes color white honey, teas, many people were saying that my eyes seemed of crystal, that they were so pure, that
Chapter 1: A Shield of FaithIt is a point of contention between the Ecclesiarchy and the Adeptus Astartes about the true nature of the Emperor of man-kind. Those Inquisitors and Battle Sisters who serve the church of the Ecclesiarchy believe whole heartedly that the Emperor is a god. A holy being of divinity whose power shows no bounds to those who place their faith in him...Chapter 1: A Shield of Faith6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The Adeptus Astartes however believe differently. To them, the Emperor is their greatest living human leader. The most brilliant, powerful and intelligent man ever to walk the universe - but nevertheless, just that... a man.
However, neither side is in doubt as to the awesome power of the Emperor. And despite the Astartes belief that the Emperor is the true embodiment of humanity, they do not deny that faith in him has caused miracles...
None of the Imperial Guard security officers or maintenance mechanics could work out what had caused the Baneblade to lose control and beg
Last StopsLast Stops2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The kid was quiet for the first several hours after he had picked her up. Obe glanced at her occasionally, particularly when he changed the radio station, looking for a sign that he had found the one she liked. She was quiet, but expressive, and she wrinkled her nose for the first five that he tried. When he found a classic rock channel, she smiled slightly and her shoulders relaxed. She was staring out the window at the endless dusty desert, but he caught her stealing glances back at him several times. Obe was patient, and waited for her to start the conversation.
“I don’t remember how I got out here,” she said finally.
“That’s okay. Most people don’t.”
“Yeah, but it seems weird that I don’t remember how I got in the middle of nowhere.”
“Yeah. How did you get here?”
Obe smiled. The girl, who had told him she wanted to be called Ida, had found her chatter. “Oh, I
A Name You Can Trust Indignant? Disgruntled? Need an attorney who won't back down (no matter how many mafia hit men are on your trail)? Need to sue the smirk off that jerk who dared to diagnose you with anger issues? Tired of “justice” getting in the way of the benefits that you deserve? If you want passionate, aggressive, and ruthlessly persistent legal representation, it’s time you called Winier Trust, an attorney who will stop at nothing (nothing!) to insure you win your case.A Name You Can Trust2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Winier Trust is more than just an attorney; he's your personal advocate. Trust works beside you not only as a legal representative, but as a close and caring friend.
"When I first called Mr. Trust to handle my divorce case, I was in such a state,” says teacher Margery Williams. “Mr. Trust was a bastion of sage wisdom and compassion. He put me at ease from the moment he arrived. Panicked, I once called Mr. Trust in the middle of the night and asked him for his guidance. No more
Bent ColdBent ColdBent Cold6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
bent cold as
church bells climbing a trellis
of fog and the smell
of hammer on head
of copper nail
of clouds rushed ragged
as wheat stubble strewn wild by a brazen sky
and the bustle
The True HeroThe true hero is not foundThe True Hero2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the numbers of those slaughtered
The true hero is not he
Who kills senselessly
It matters not whether for life, country, or sanity
With wisdom, brutality, or resignation
No, the true hero is one
Who stands vigil at the forefront
Of his dying, sinking ship
Not fleeing, not running
To the comfort of life
He stands stoically
Now and forevermore
While beasts rise around him
And men fall beneath him
He stands to die
And nothing else
He sacrifices it all
When no one else is willing
Defending them all
By simply standing in place
He knows Death intimately
They are old comrades
Brushing arms occasionally
Throughout these long years
He knows its touch
Its scratchy whispers
But he is not afraid
He has nothing to lose now
And that gives him strength
Because sometimes it is true
That the best kind of fight
Is a hopeless one
For it is ironic that hope, most viciously
Favors the hopeless.
Laic's Bio and Study SheetLaic's Bio and Study Sheet9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Ooman Code Name: "The White Tiger"
Hieght: 9" ft 2" in.
Weight: 390 lbs
Age: 543 (about 48 in human years) X3
Status: High Priestess of Cetanu
Family: whereabouts of family is unknown
Desciples: 4 acolytes and 1 apprentice
Physical description and notes:
Laic has become a legend among the followers of Cetanu, the god of death. She started training to become a priestess at a very young age. After the mysterious disappearance of her family, she was determined to learn all the knowledge about death and destruction that her loving god had to offer. Thus, she became one of the most powerful followers of Cetanu. It is said that his wishes and thoughts are channeled through her through visions and dreams...or nightmares.
She spends much of her time in meditation. Though she prefers to walk amongst the crew and observe them, offering any guidance or wisdom she might have. She blesses hunts and blooding ceremonies with elaborate prayers and mystical blades
Future Shadows: Chapter 1Future Shadows: Chapter 12 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Kolovraty, Lyran Commonwealth
17 August 3039
The door to his quarters slid open with a faint hiss, and Garadun stepped inside with his cat carrier in his arms. After the door closed he set the carrier on the floor and opened it. His two kittens, Wasp and Stinger, hesitated for a moment and then slowly crept out, looking around and sniffing.
“It’s okay, sweeties, it’s our old room,” he said and reached down and stroked them. This eased their anxiety and they began exploring. Garadun glanced around the cabin and sighed. His luggage hadn’t been delivered yet, but he wasn’t in a rush. Plenty of time for that later. Months, in fact.
The Fighting Fusiliers had completed their contract and finished their tour of duty garrisoning the world of Kolovraty. It had been highly successful. They had obliterated two groups of raiding pirates and made a lot of good friends with the Innsbruck Militia, the small local military unit.
Nonno's GardenIt’s strange to think that you’re not here anymore.Nonno's Garden2 years ago in Emotional More Like This
I remember when we were younger and we’d arrive to see you. The first place we’d go was to the window, pressing our faces against the glass to try and catch a glimpse of you. We’d look out, and you’d be there. Like you always were. In the garden.
Each trip was different, an adventure. There were rows of neatly sown lettuce seeds, bean stalks twice as tall as we were, ripe strawberries just waiting to be found by our greedy little fingers. Tomatoes would be taken and made into sauce, lemons would be squeezed to create limoncello, grapes transformed into a sticky grape jelly which tasted of summer and childhood dreams.
I kneel down and gently touch the small weeds which are beginning to sprout. I can feel the soft, moist soil. I remember your weathered hands sifting through it, removing the weeds that now grow from the ground. It’s hard to believe that I’m now alone, in the place whe
Beautiful Today, you are beautiful.Beautiful1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
Your parents tell you that you’re beautiful on every other day, too, but no one else ever does. The only time you matter to the world is at your shows. When you’re not beautiful, you’re nothing.
Today, though, you are shining. At least, you think you are, but you’re not feeling great. Your stomach hurts, just like it does before every pageant. Your dress is brand new, and you haven’t gotten used to the way it itches yet. You’re sure your wig is gorgeous, even though the hairspray smells bad.
Your teeth, though, are hurting the most. You know your flipper is a good one, but it doesn’t fit anymore.
The other girls are all beautiful too, crammed here in this
GOD DELIVERS PIZZAToday God is a pizza delivery boy,GOD DELIVERS PIZZA1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
You call him to place an order,
You want this but not that,
And expect it to be hand delivered.
Today God is a hired assassin,
You live in fear of his wrath,
But quick to call upon his services,
To strike down your enemies.
Today God is a street hooker,
You want all your desires fulfilled,
And in the moment of passion you love,
But then you turn away in disgust.
Today God is a servant boy,
Like a slave at your command,
You want everything done for you,
But will do nothing for him.
Today God is a cleaner,
He scrubs your polluted home,
But you smear dirt on the walls,
And place the blame on him.
Today God is God,
You could ask for truth and love,
But instead you want pizza,
And definitely no olives.
it's more of a divine dramedygodit's more of a divine dramedy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
his work until
is all of a man
that can be
(with a cane)
not a one un-
chiseled by the
of the ocean
all are gone
toward the sunlight
now surrounding them
in this case it's
like a truck-
but secrets are
what we're best
we've all opened up to air