.:Five Years:.Five Years..:Five Years:.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She waited by the phone.
Waited for a call that never came.
Sometimes courageous enough to dial the number.
But not strong enough to let it ring.
She spent wondering why
Wondering how it all happened so fast.
How in the span of a day,
Family turn into strangers.
She's been trying to forget about.
Forget his very existence.
Impossible a task it's proven to be
No matter her persistence.
He was gone. No sign of life.
Yet now he speaks of love and tears.
Please do tell me, Why now after
the snow thiefMy brother was as wild as the plains and as restless as their winds. The trodden earth could not root his soul, and the azure stretch of sky could not contain him. His moods changed with the seasons, eyes and hair altering color to justify his identity. Calloused and scarred, his hands held the brilliance of a kleptomaniac, but his mind fell short of wisdom. Hidden along the curve of his lips and the malice of his bone structure, our home was his playground. He came. He saw. He conquered everything.the snow thief9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
The summer of Jack left me sunburned and scorching under the brewing breeze. Jack was wilder than my brother. Unlike him, manipulation was the spine of Jack's frame. Jack was dangerous, leaving tobacco stains in unwanted crevices of the house and burnt residues on the soft tissue of his fingers. Jack's heart was as black as his eyes, and he lured my brother into hallowing holes where he never should have wandered.
The smell of lingering broth lasted in our house for days while my brot
.:Her Soul Will Never Know True Happiness:.She was born, cursed to misery.:Her Soul Will Never Know True Happiness:.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
For from misery she was born
Brought up into poverty
And to poverty she is sworn
A life of labor is her fate
And nothing in return
No matter how long she decides to wait
Not a penny she will earn
And every lover that she'll ever know
Will never truly love her
And every heartbreak she'll have to undergo.
Will have been something she tried to deter.
For she was born, cursed to misery
For from misery she was born
And everyday will pass by bitterly
And she'll be left forlorn.
.:Words Give Her Freedom:.She writes..... erases..:Words Give Her Freedom:.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She types..... backspaces
Words don't come like they used to
Litterature is a language she once spoke fluently.
And now she has forgotten,
Forgotten the freedom and the beauty
In which she used to find at the tip of a pencil.
Forgotten the pride she acheived after each poem.
Words were like open doors, letting the pain free.
Now it's only bottled up, tangled in a huge knot.
It's not like she hasn't tried opening the bottle.
She has, many times in fact.
Failing to write a single word.
She starts with a blank page and gives up with a blank page.
Soon enough it will flow out like a waterfall
And it will hit her hard and fast. Throwing her to the ground
Her paper will be drowning with words.
Not the beautiful ones that could sing someone to sleep
No. Words like screams that could wake the dead.
How To Start Reading DC ComicsHow To Start Reading Current DC Comics TitlesHow To Start Reading DC Comics3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
"Hey...I thought The Ventriloquistthat Batman villain with the split personalitywas an old man. How come they're calling this hot young woman The Ventriloquist?"
"But waitI thought Hal Jordan was Green Lantern. Who the hell is Kyle Rayner and why's he wearing Green Lantern's costume?What do you MEAN Hal Jordan turned evil, tried to blow up the world, and eventually killed himself by flying into the sun? When did THAT happen?"
"...WHO in the WORLD is Booster Gold?"
Two years ago these were just a few of the many questions running through my mind as I attempted, for the first time ever, to try reading DC Comics. With seventy years' worth of comic history staring me in the face, I had no idea where to start, and picked volumes at random under the assumption that I could start anywhere and get an immediate grasp on the characters
Talk to meTalk to me!Talk to me8 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tell me what is wrong
because if you don't
it will not be gone!
What is troubling you
will not go away.
You should understand
at the end of day!
See what you have done?
Our love is dying!
Where has the trust gone?
Are you even trying?
Without you talking
the world is quiet
the love is dying
Pure LoveYes, u r the one I love, the addressee.Pure Love4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Why can't u believe it? Please, take my key.
U r not perfect, but I've never asked u to be.
I never will. I am not neither. Don't u see?
To the hell with all the desired perfection!
Love is so much more than an emotion.
It is unpolluted being stripped of every condition.
Let's try to give it the best possible rendition.
Trust and empathy walk day by day
to meet the pure love on their way.
Performing on life stage in their unique ballet,
they bring forth the feelings they portray.
A Best FriendA Best FriendA Best Friend4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A best friend is:
secrets you share,
grass stained jeans
and stories that scare.
A best friend is:
Someone you miss,
joy filled days
and total bliss.
A best friend is:
Your other half,
an inside joke
and quiet laugh.
They SayThey say: "fix it when it is broken!"They Say4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I say: "leave it when it's too much."
I am fed up with the slogan.
They say: "keep it once you own it!"
I say: "let go if it serves you no more.
If it harms you do not follow it!"
They say: "observe the rules of our society!"
I say: "listen to your heart and soul,
and get rid of the forced anxiety."
They say: "settle for social conformity!"
I say: "I do not like your stupid norms.
Keep yourselves your ugly uniformity."
They say my age defines who I am!
I say, "I am crazy and I will not change.
Do not dare to call me madame!"
They say that I am just a loser!
I say: "what if I like to be left alone.
I will not listen to some abusers."
They say what the success really means.
I say: "keep your money and go to hell,
I love wearing simple jeans!"
AddictedDrifting along the pathway in huge circles,Addicted4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
the legs are shaking, almost jelly-like.
The mind working hard on life hurdles
pushes the brain to go on strike.
Both eyes, tired, cannot see for seductive light
that the sidewalk turns round and round.
Sense of direction is off, not quite right.
The being is lost, convulsing on the ground.
The mastership of vicious circle is superior;
no human soul can fight it without aid.
No one is such a gigantean solitary warrior.
Therefore, ask for help, and do not be afraid!
In A NutshellI met you. I didn't meet you. I met you again. We laughed. I laughed. You laughed. We laughed again. We found meaning. We looked at little things. We talked. We loved. We looked at worlds in different perspectives. We understood eyes being windows to souls. I liked yours. You thought mine were pretty. We found balconies insipid. We found doorways ironic. We thought stars were overrated. We circled around discomfort. We circled around love. We circled and circled and circled...and then you told me you loved me. We smiled. You asked me to run with you. You told me time and space were ours to take. We were invincible. Stars became ours. Ours became different. Different became a problem. Your friends. My friends. Your ideas. My thoughts. You laughed. I didn't. I laughed. You didn't. The world was harder. Your eyes were colder. Balconies became escape routes. Doors were meant to be closed. Stars disappeared. Discomfort became natural. We argued. We fought. We stopped running together. TimeIn A Nutshell3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Fluttering HeartStrings on a violin sing in joyful sorrow.Fluttering Heart4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My soul follows their song, uplifted high.
I am no longer afraid of my tomorrow.
The bittersweet melody lets me fly.
My heart is bleeding; hit by an arrow.
It beats resembling a fluttering butterfly.
The emotion makes me strong, aglow,
ready to reach for the morning sky.
Batman (Dick Grayson)Batman (Dick Grayson)7 months ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Richard "Dick" Grayson
Height: 186cm (6'2)
Weight: 90kg (198ibs)
Hair Color: Black
Eye Color: Blue
Condition: Peak Human
Likes: Justice League, Gotham, His friends and Family, being batman, Getting advice from Bruce
Dislikes: Joker Jr, Villains, Red Hood, The thought of Bruce Dying
Residence: Gotham City, USA
Family: Daniel Smith (Adopted Son) Tim Drake (Adopted Little Brother) Bruce Wayne (Adopted Father)
Created By: Bill Finger, Bob Kane
Dick Grayson was born to the flying graysons, a group of acrobats that were in the circus. When they were preforming one night, they were killed by a villain when there equipment fell apart during
I'm A TomboyI'm A Tomboy4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a tomboy thats ok, I love to play basketball every day, I like to dirty and mess-up my clothes, I listen to music everywhere I go. I don't like pink but I can go for blue, I hate dresses because pants are the right thing for me. I hate light colors they make me want to puke, dark colors are my thing they make me say "yippee, whoa who". I don't think as boys "oh their cute", I think of as friends in my group. So call me a tomboy I don't care, just don't call me a sweet girl and think I'm a teddy bear.
Stand byHuman mind is a tricky place.Stand by4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It combines thoughts to no avail.
Do not be a victim to it's race.
Do not stay locked in it's jail!
Where is the truth and where the lie?
It might be impossible to say.
Time will tell, you just stand by.
And then your part you can play.
Do not gossip and do not dramatize!
You do not have to fall that low.
Even if others leave you agonized,
there is a future, and life will flow.
RegretI do miss you.Regret4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Even if you don't believe me.
My heads pounding.
Pounding with thoughts of you.
My hearts earning.
Earning just to feel yours beat next to mine.
My eyes scan rooms and hallways.
Searching for your face.
Hoping your still here.
But your not.
You left me here with no one.
We both know you won't be coming back.
I'm just sorry I couldn't say goodbye.
That I didn't tell you I love you.
I regret it...
Without the IndividualWithout the IndividualWithout the Individual5 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you imagine a world, directed by a single mind?
A collective conscious, a living hive.
Each time we are born, we receive a part of it
And when we return, we share in the pool.
There would be no fear of death;
No fear of the unknown…
For a thousand souls would bolster our hearts.
We could live—truly LIVE—to the fullest extent of our capabilities.
And when we succeed?
That success returns to the hive…
That success can be shared across the next generation.
We would become an ever-evolving organism.
One with a thousand faces, but a single driving purpose.
Can you even imagine how that would feel?
But…I suppose that you can’t.
For you, as with all humans, share in a single flaw:
The nature of the individual, the ego of the singular man.
Existing in a void of his own thoughts—he has no point of reference.
He is alone, even if surrounded by other humans,
For he shall never share in their minds…
Jokers PrincessChapter oneJokers Princess5 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Harley looked nervously down at the little white stick in her hand, then at her watch. 30 seconds.
30 seconds standing in between a joyous life of crime with her beloved mistah J or resigning herself to deskwork for nearly a year.
25 seconds. Harley paced in anticipation. She could just be coming down with a bug...
What would he say? Would he be sad? mad? happy? disappointed?
What would he do to her? He never meant to hurt her, but sometimes his anger got the best of him.
Harley stared at the little white stick in her hand. It could change her life forever.
Harley nervously looked down at th stick. On it was a little red plus sign. It was positive, Harleen quinzell was pregnant.
The joker sat scribbling at some blueprints on his desk. He was intensely concentrated. Harley slowly walked into his office, he didn't look up.
"Mistah J?" She squeaked
"I'm busy Harles."
"Harley, I'm buisy."