Build a Snowman-ElsaDo I wanna build a snowman?Build a Snowman-Elsa2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Yes I wish I could come and play
We never see each other anymore
I want to come outside the door
But I’m just too afraid
We used to be best buddies
But now we can’t
I wish I could tell you why.
Do I wanna build a snowman?
Yes, I wanna build a snowman.
Do I want to build a snowman?
Or chase you up and down the halls?
Your right my company is overdue
But I’m a danger to you when I step beyond these doors
It gets more than a little lonely
In my frozen room
Just watching you play outside.
Oh Anna, I hear you out there
I wish I didn’t have to hide here like a sin.
I need your courage, by God I’m trying to
But my powers are bleeding through
I can’t let you in.
We only have each other
It’s just you and me
But What am I going to do?
Yes, I want to build a snowman…
Tales of Being Hit OnElsa recently reached the docks of the village she was supposed to arrive at: Berk. According to Hiccup, it was 12 days north of Hopeless and few degrees south of Freezing to death and currently located on the Meridian of Misery.Tales of Being Hit On1 year ago in Humor More Like This
Well, at least if I was still a miserable little mess, I could have run away here. This place understands me. Elsa lightly chuckled at her sudden dark humor.
But honestly, Elsa did think that Berk looked like a quiet, decent village. She knew that Berk had fishing, hunting, and a charming view of sunsets. But currently, she was rather interested in the domestication of animals. While she and Anna wanted something like a dog or cat, they never realized that dragons could be tamed as pets.
And right on cue, a pudgy brown dragon with very tiny wings hovered right in front of her. Elsa's bodyguard raised up his sword, but Elsa ordered him to stand down. Elsa noticed that the dragon, which she thought looked impossible to be aerodynamic, was looking at a r
Dear SocietyDear SocietyDear Society1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am not trying to fulfill your expectations
To be the politician
To be the doctor
To exist in your vision of success
I’d rather be struggling for some days
Or live from a paycheck to the next
If it is enough to hold the simplest of happiness
I am not looking to be a part of your norm
To act and look like a woman should
To be and do what a minority would
I’m looking to embrace all of me
From my dark covering and the deep impressions you’ve given me
To the thick thighs inside these jeans
From the deep scars you continuously try to embed in me
To the ever flowing river of my dreams and my priorities
I am not looking to follow you down this path
Of so-called justice
Of so-called truth
I’m not pursuing the common notion—
This illusion of an American Dream
That I can only experience when catching Zzz
And it confuses me that too much of yourself would.
A Believer's Guide To AtheismA Believer's Guide to Atheism (by an ex-believer now atheist).A Believer's Guide To Atheism2 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
So you, our amazing religious protagonist, have recently uncovered that the person currently talking to you is an atheist. How, that depends. Maybe he or she rejected a religious gesture from you. Maybe it came up by an offhand remark. Maybe that person is very much involved with the public image of atheism. Who knows? Either way, it's out. So you either don't care and move on or, as we will discuss here, you feel it's essential to talk about it.
So before you do, stop. Take a deep breath. Let any kind of shock you may feel subside a little. Take a look at that person. Provided they weren't assholes to begin with, they'll still be nice to you. Provided you aren't at a Halloween party or under the influence of mind-altering substances, they probably haven't grown a set of horns and a pointy tail. They're just people and the majority is open for any discussion about their lack of belief. Yet that also means they can ge
I Want To Be A Great WriterWriters all have a common goal in mind for the words they write. To lead the readers somewhere the author believe they deserve to go. And though writing has changed over the centuries this simple fact has yet to change in literature. Recently in my attempts to improve my own writing through reading the works of Nobel Prize winners, Pulitzer Prize winners , and great writers of the site (oaklungs , lupus-astra , ssensory , insomniaplague ), I noticed something I didn't particularly enjoy about the ways we each wrote.I Want To Be A Great Writer1 year ago in Academic Essays More Like This
We (majority of the writers of the site including myself) guide the readers hand in hand like a tour guide pointing out each aspect and details of our work while they (the wonderful men and women writers of a generation before ours) flew above them, giving them only the bare minimum of guidance, letting the reader notice the exquisite beauty of the world being formed before them at their own pace and at many times left many details no
AddictionAddiction,Addiction2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You beckon to me
Stop calling my name
I'm done with you.
Why did I try you?
I was in pain before
But this is worse.
What have you done to my mind?
You are my weakness
Always there for me when I'm vulnerable.
Why is it so easy to fall for you?
"I will only do it once more"
I lied to myself
The world is too much
Let me slip away
Pills, Knifes, Drinks and more
All work together
To form the perfect self-destruction
ParkourParkour, freerunning, call it whatever dearParkour2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For it is art
A new world for the open minded
Filled with possibilities and a lack of gravity
You will learn to move like the water flows
Jump like the bird flies
And fall, as light as a feather
No sound, hoodie up, of course it’s suspect
Don’t worry we’re all just a bunch of lazy kids
Learning to move again
Climbing over your limitations like just another bench
Running trough your "can not”-s with the force of a bullet
Rolling over your non believing laughs with weights of confidence
All with such swiftness, such grace
You won’t even know we were there
Parkour, freerunning, call it whatever dear
For it is art
Aira-ty Nokta historyAira-ty Nokta history2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
NAME: Aira-ty Nokta
HOME PLANET: Lonagh Wha
HEIGHT: 1.67 meters
WEIGHT: 61 kilograms
SKIN: Pale purple-ish
WEAPON: As padawan a lightsaber with green colored blade
As a mercenary Westar-34 twin blasters and knife. Additional weapons: flame thrower, grenades, poisoned darts, hidden blades, etc.
After the Clone Wars she built a new lightsaber with purple colored blade
SHIP: part owner of the Slave I, and has a modified Swiftwind-class courier, the Sleek Blade.
Aira-ty bornt as the single child of her parents on Lonagh Wha. When she was 4 a Jedi Knight arrived to the planet and recognized the little girl’s force sensitivity and convinced her parents to let her go to the Jedi Temple.
In the Temple despite her best efforts Aira-ty remained strongly emotional and restless, almost unable to meditate but she was skilled at lightsaber fight.
She was very fond of her best friend Sabor Ng'hru, as a teen she even had a
i am beautifuli.i am beautiful2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i am beautiful
with tear streaked eyes
and shaking hands
clutching my blanket as hard as i can
i am beautiful
as i walk down the school hallways
faking a smile
watching masks slipping off of people's faces
as i walk by
i am beautiful
as i stand facing a bathroom mirror
clutching only a towel around my bare body
thinking about how numb seeped it's way into my heart
and how it feels like there is nothing there to stop it
from destroying me...
i am beautiful
with closed eyes and shaking hands
i can believe i am truly beautiful
and not pretend at all
the snow is white
as i stand at heaven's pearly gates
looking at a reflection
at a girl
who has the widest smile i've ever seen
and is by far the most beautiful girl i've ever looked at
War HeroesIn the downpour of bullets that hail at us, my heart races faster than my feet.War Heroes2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every step steady, every step unsure, as the dirt bursts to the sky to meet us,
The flesh of our brothers exploding, bodies dropping to the blood soaked ground.
Are you still with me? I told you to keep close. Keep up.
None of us asked for this. To be scurrying around in trenches,
fighting in battles of an endless war.
The skin of the innocent tainted with the grime of hate and inhumanity.
Are we heroes or murderers? What do we gain by taking life?
I never had much. Unlike you, ya little maggot.
I never had a wife to miss, or got a kid to see.
Lost the mother who would've cried to watch me go,
Never met the father who might've saluted me.
I don't have dreams like saving the depressed from drowning in despair.
Helping the bullied maggots like you, listening to veteran survivors like me.
All I've ever truly owned is the uniform on my back, and the gun in my hands.
Only defined by the tag on my neck, that clin
Do Not Wake MeDo not wake me from this sleepDo Not Wake Me2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
For it would disrupt my dream
And do not force me to face
The inevitability of reality
For in this dream I am safe
My fears and stress have been erased
Everything is here as it should
Even the horror has been replaced
Waking me would break the glass
Of the mirror I have forged
That holds this false reality
Of the perfection that I dream
So with a hint of a smile
Resting on my sleeping face
I ask you from behind closed eyes
To not wake me from this dream
The Broken Toy SoldierA steely cold look that shows the war torn years of a man that has seen things. Things in this life that no human would ever wish to see. A face that shows honor, determination, strength, and the lines of wisdom only a thousand year old oak could match. He smells of black oil and metallic dust as only a man can that is used to fixing everything in his life with his own two hands. His hands tremble slightly, but only when he isn't focused on a task. This is due to the years that struggle to keep up with him instead of the other way around. I look up at this tower of a man as he holds a child's toy, my toy, a toy marine. Being so young the irony is lost on me, this man that has lived a life that this toy suggests. With hands that used to command entire platoons he helps to fix the toy soldier. Looking past his glasses he smiles at me as he snaps the pieces back together. I'm in aThe Broken Toy Soldier5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Character's Plea to a Lazy Writer“Don’t leave me. Please,” he begged.Character's Plea to a Lazy Writer1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I sighed. “I have to. I don’t even know what I’m doing…”
“No one does, that’s the point! It’s a learning experience, and honey, you’re losing.”
“I’ve barely even done anything!”
“And that’s the problem. You can’t give up now! If you do, I’ll….”
“I’ll ruin my life.”
“I’m serious. Without you, I’m nothing.”
“You’ll be fine, Luke.”
“No, I won’t. I’ll become an alcoholic.”
“Sure you will.”
“And I’ll sleep with tons of women.”
“Not my problem.”
“And…I’ll…become an angry cat lady.”
“You’d need to be a woman for that.”
He pouted, grabbing my abandoned pencil and throwing it across the table
I ConcurHow is this my life? When did it become so? I’m not sure, but as I look around my room I see someone I am, but not someone I truly understand. I feel like I’ve flipped through a book and ended up on a certain page that I now vacantly, sheepishly call my present. When did this become now? When did now, stop being then, before, and after? When did my existence succumb to this conclusion? How lost do I have to feel, before I feel found, how much has to occur before I categorise it into my memory, into who I am, into who I will be, and become?I Concur1 year ago in Emotional More Like This
This life is the most confusing thing I’ll ever come across. I’m fine not knowing the answers to my perpetual questions, although questioning may be the closest thing to a conclusion I have in my sight and reach.
Why now? Why is it now I am present, and not before? When did it all come to this moment, and how did it occur? I wonder.
I guess acceptance is key –– I accept my surroundings, my feelings, and myself in t
Sick Day“Don't be ridiculous, Listener.” Cicero scolded gently.Sick Day2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
“Bud I haff to...” I began, without really knowing what I had to do.
“Seriously.” said Babette, “The best thing you can do is stay in bed, for now.”
I was in the Dawnstar Sanctuary, and my fellow assassins were forcing to make me stay in b, which was making me angry. Every time I tried to sit up, the two of them would push me down.
“Id's just a fever.” I sniffed, “Id's dot like I'm dying.”
“The Listener needs to stay in bed.” Cicero said.
“Bud dere work to be done.” I insisted.
“Let someone else do it.” Babette said, exasperated.
I scowled at her and wiped my nose on a cloth she gave me, and she smirked. Cicero was wriggling excitedly behind her.
“Unfortunately,” Babette went on. “I am all out of ingredients for a potion of cure disease, and so is the woman in Dawnstar. So, until your fever breaks, you'll h
ReliefReliefRelief2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Trickling down like blessed rain
You can breathe
You can laugh
You can throw back your head
And let the tears of relief flow down your face
You can breathe
You can finally breathe
Thank God, you can finally breathe!
It's been suffocating you for five months
Almost half a year
And now you can finally relax
And be relieved
That the secret is out
And everything's okay
You don't have to be afraid.
The heroes of old.Let the old heroes restThe heroes of old.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
beneath ancient stones
buried in history and dressed in legends.
Let the old kings rise
in marble and gold
for all to see and praise in forgotten stories.
And when time comes
for the legends to breed life
let then the old heroes serve their kings
in ever lasting stories of the golden past.
Just Hold MeHold me, softlyJust Hold Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tight against you,
To hear your heartbeat.
Let me bury my head,
In your chest.
To dissemble my horrible,
Just run your fingers,
Through my hair.
And whisper sweet nothing's,
Into my ear.
I just want you to be there,
And hold me,
When everything in the world,
Last goodbyeAnd don't fucking test meLast goodbye2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Don't make me do it
Because This pain has no remedy
Just Give me a go
One two three
And I'll pull the trigger as soon as you say so
Go ahead let my thoughts run loose
Let them run restless
Don't let me breathe from abuse
And don't you dare call me weak
I'm a warrior
And I won't let my death be known as a defeat
You just can't comprehend
Think about it, calculate it
My suffering never ends
What's my limit?
Some might say I'm strong and I can go on to the infinite
Yeah I'm strong
But you call this a life?
I've done this shit for way too long
You know what it's like to breathe pure misery?
Life has prepared me for hell
So don't try to save me
I'm fucking dead already
So don't cry
Don't shed a tear because you never got to say goodbye
Cry because You're lucky
You don't live the way I do
You don't have to live your life like I
I just dont want to feel alone
I'm exhausted, out of br