TeardropsStillness in the night,Teardrops4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Not a sound do you hear;
Only the beat of my heart,
And the loneliness of these tears.
Encompasses every part;
Every corner, every piece,
Of this torn apart heart.
Peace reigns supreme;
Will it ever be real...
The love that I've seen?
Stained with tears,
I turned my face to see...
What I wanted so much...
Was not reality.
The painful truth,
Was hard to bear;
The love I wanted,
Will never be there.
Where I looked upon your face,
Once upon a time, in love...
Only a stranger resides now,
Not wanting or needing my love.
So I rebuild the walls,
Piece by broken piece;
And try to reclaim my sanity,
And the redemption that I seek.
There is a stillness tonight,
Not a sound do I hear;
Just the beat of my heart,
And the emptiness of the tears.
Written by M. White December 10, 2002
Like sand in an hourglass.Like sand in an hourglass.Like sand in an hourglass.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Just another minute, baby. Please."
But the clock on the wall is ticking,
And it never seems to cease.
What happens when I answer
Every time you don't call?
What happens when the doorbell
Is merely painted on the wall?
This mat must be an illusion;
I don't feel welcome anymore.
My mind races with confusion,
When you don't come to the door.
What happens when you say one thing
But mean something else?
What happens when you're there
And I'm here all by myself?
Like sand in an hourglass.
"Just another minute, baby. Please."
But the clock on the wall is ticking,
And it never seems to cease.
sheep-wool covered lies.i ate your heart and reveled in the way it smashed between my molars like ripe grapes, the way i could feel the pulse beating between my clenched jaw, the life squirming in and out to stain my lips. i swallowed it whole and felt it beating like a drummer boy in the pit of my belly, your sorrow the beat i danced my day to. your misery was a lullaby i sang to myself at night, the sheep i counted when my eyes were closed. i could feel it in the way it seeped into my veins and tangled around my bones like weeds growing too fast to contain. i gloried in the power it gave me, the way i could pull your strings and make you dance, the way i could bloody your soles and your soul and at the end of the day when i slept in my bed, it was made of the gnashed bones and entrails you left behind.sheep-wool covered lies.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
is that what you want me to say?
if you want, i'll tell you about how i thrilled at the tears in your eyes. i'll tell you i manipulated the map to pull reality apart and create a fantasy for us to get lost in
Drugsheld tight in the arms of temptationDrugs11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it runs its hands accross my chest
breathing ever heavier
every moment your possesed
veins pulsating with desire
as you await another hit
sezious take a-hold of you
as your mouth begins to spit
your eyes fade into darkenss
and i cannot bare to look
"one last time" is what you said to me
one last time is all it took
Metamorphobiait is a wonder all the changesMetamorphobia3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that one endures in a day
at dawn, in fear, desperation,
then words pull you from the abyss,
your lungs inhale a swift elation,
the eyes perceive a kind of bliss,
then clouds, dark clouds, again in silence
the rain, the wind, the sun again
at last the dark, the taste of violence,
the sensual rhythm of a train
and like emerging as imago
you exchange fear for delight
you are a thing of many faces
depressed by day, a god by night
Fading RoseFading Rose5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'll make an exception for you
When your tearing out my heart
With naive little fingers
And claws of inexperience
I'll try and not be so hurt
When you pull from me words
Words that I'd never speak to another
Only for you to turn your head
So they go in one ear and out the other
I'll try and not feel like a harlot
When we create beauty itself between cold sheets
And you look away from the masterpiece
As soon as we lay the paintbrush down
I'll try and ignore each hope I have for a future
When the blatant facts of life spring up
And your youth seems to get in the way
Three years can do wonders for experience you know
And I'll try to not leave you
When I'm falling to pieces
And you just simple cant see
That my heart is becoming nothing more
Than a faded rose of days gone by
FF: MurmurationFF: Murmuration8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The suns warming rays were in vain as it leant towards the horizon.
It was early in the year, and a cold breeze was blowing in the February evening.
Vincent Valentine had been wandering the hills south-east of Rocket Town since early morning, back and forth over the low knolls that mar the otherwise flat plains, but now hes reached his destination, after avoiding it all day, and his bare fingers trace the cool granite stone marker, granite taken from the Northern Boundaries, the place they had stood together, he and Cid, years ago.
Cid had watched the sunrise.
Vincent had watched Cid.
It was hard not to, he, at that moment, had been the epitome of everything Vincent desired, his wild grin turned to the rising sun, eyes gleaming gold in the light, his hair brushed and ruffled as the freezing winds of the north picked up with the new day and tugged and pulled on Cids scarf and jacket, he looked so truly pure and happy in that moment, despite the cold
1: Beauty and the BeastHe sees her huddled near the side of the road, the hood of her tattered brown cloak pulled tightly around her wrinkled face.1: Beauty and the Beast4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
She rises to her feet as he nears on horseback, her tiny frame hunched over, a crooked wooden cane clutched in her weathered hand.
"Won't you buy a rose, my lord?" She asks, her voice a low cackle that crawls over his skin.
He glares down into her white eyes, the eyes of a blind woman, and the stench of sickness reaches his nose. Her hood falls back from her face, revealing her blistered lips and her ashen skin, marred with the spots of disease.
"Get away from me, peasant." He shouts, disgusted.
She bends one crooked arm and reaches into her basket, pulling out a long stemmed rose, the bud shriveled and black, the petals dry and brittle.
"Please, my lord," she begs, her eyes brimming with tears. "I am but a poor and hungry old woman, with no home or family to speak of."
She lifts the rose towards him, ambling closer, when suddenly she trips and stumbles into t
Random Calvin and Hobbes FFRandom Calvin and Hobbes FF7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
After graduation High School sweet hearts Susie and Calvin moved in together into a little apartment near the collage that both Susie and Calvin attended. Susie was studding to be a child psychologist and Calvin was taking writers classes and already had one sci-fi, action, thriller, comedy out and was working on the sequel. Then one day out of the blue Calvin got on one knee and proposed. Susie gasped as Calvin reached into his jacket and pulled out a small black velvet box.
Susan Derkins, Calvin started as Susie covered her mouth. Will you marry me? he asked, and surprisingly Susie fainted.
Good going mister commitment shes out cold. Hobbes commented from Calvins open back pack. Yes even in collage Hobbes was never far from Calvin. He was the young writers inspiration, he slept in a shoe box at the foot of Calvin and Susies bed and spent most of his day sleeping atop of Calvins books inside his back pack. Most of Calvin
it won't, i know that.Let me tell you a story. Let me paint you a picture.it won't, i know that.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
It’s dark and I’m alone and the wind is howling and once upon a time, I might have made this sound poetic. I’m crying, but it’s not pretty. I’m crying and my nose is red and my hands are shaking and the cigarette is limp between my scarred, calloused fingers. I once might have made this sound pretty. I might have made it sound desirable. Did you want a high? All you had to do was touch my skin, to feel your way down my sweat-slicked hips. Did you want to get buzzed? You just had to soak in the passion like alcohol and let your mind go wild. I used to have nothing but chaos to offer. Now I just have memories – do you want to take them?
But you won’t. I know that. I paid the price and life paid me. Whatever I once had is gone and it’s been replaced with this shaking emptiness. I can no longer get drunk. I just get sad. I sit at broken pianos and think about the music they used to make, li
DragonslayerIn the land of Pyrûn, an exporter of leadDragonslayer3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ruled by a king (who’s extremely inbred)
Homeland of giants, but the giants are dead
So the towns are beset by a dragon instead
You can only burn down and eat all a man’s stuff
So many times before he’ll say, “Enough!
It’s time for the dragon to see that we’re tough,
Our knight will extinguish that piteous Puff!”
So out rode their champion, in gleaming steel armour
Bearing his shield with its heraldic llama
To be the right hand of the force they call Karma
(At this point it’s safe to assume there’ll be drama)
Up the Mountain of Dread, it’s Obsidian Stair
He choked on the poison of fresh alpine air
As he approached the black Cave of Despair:
The prime real estate of the great dragon’s lair
“Hark, scaly one! Beast of fire, come forth!”
Challenged the knight from the back of his horse
“You raze all our homes and you show no remorse
So our judgement upon you I
Oz's BioOz's Bio6 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Ozwald Zacharias
Other aliases: Wrath, Aden Cain (both from his past)
Base world: Amestris
Species/Nationality: Homunculus, Original mother was of Ishvallen decent, father is unknown
Height: 6ft 2in
Weight: IDK, proportional to his height
Build: Somewhat tall, Slim and fit but not skinny or muscular, about average I imagine
Age: He appears to be somewhere Between 18 and 25, I haven't found an accurate enough timeline to calculate his real age
Intelligence (scale of 1-10): 9
Strength (scale of 1-10: 9 (it is fairly disproportional to his size and build, this will be explained later)
Poem: Song of NatureSong of NaturePoem: Song of Nature4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I listen to the birdsong,
the sound of insects in my ear
Thinking how wonderful it is to be
on the soft grass that breathes with life
the trees with their leaves hiding,
protecting a gentle circle of life
is the music sweetest
To glimpse the timeless
Beauty of the trees
To hear the sound of living things
so near but out of sight
Nature's sounds are magical beautiful
seems a shame to tear it down
Listen oh listen to the cacophony
unseen, unheard in bustling towns below
Wildflowers blooming, the birds are singing
calling to us with gentle music
Calling us to enjoy a world worth seeing
for you see nature has it's own beauty
Its own song, a sound heard and felt
the music is always there
Waiting, waiting for you and me
to enjoy the sound of our dear earth
The song of Nature is there,
beckoning me to really care.
Guilt is the thing with talonsGuilt is the thing with talonsGuilt is the thing with talons5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
That tears at every soul.
It speaks without any words
And never stops at all.
Often in the night it calls,
And gentle must be the hand
That could call off the vicious bird
That has pained many a man.
It's called for the gravest sins
And with the strongest plea;
Yet, never, in all those times
Has there been true change in me.
SchizophreniaSmile.Schizophrenia3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What are you doing?"
Trying to escape.
Look behind you.
Are they there?
You'll never understand it.
Rip your hair out.
Cover your ears.
They want you to die.
They're out for you.
Shut the door.
Lock it again.
"Are you okay?"
You'll never make it.
Fall to the ground.
"What are you doing?"
"What are you going through?"
"What's wrong with you?"
... "I don't know."
No ReflectionEvery day I look in the mirrorNo Reflection5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And see nothing
There's no reflection looking back at me
I wonder what happened to make me this way
To make me into nothing
But now I know it's because I have no soul
And you need a soul to see a relflection
The empty mirror mocks me
So every day
I walk past it and still see nothing
I will always see nothing
Can you see something?
RainRain3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rings and rivulets of water
Rolling down the panes and roof
Running wildly through the gutters
Resting underneath the porch
Raking wet across the shutters
Remaining still for far too long
Restless children yearn to play
Mass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERSMass Effect 3 Alternate Endings. SPOILERS4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
MASS EFFECT 3 ALTERNATE ENDING *SPOILERS OBVIOUSLY*
**EDIT** Holy crap this got way more attention than I was expecting. The comments and support have been amazing everyone!
A few points: Credit where credit is due; this ending, as much as everyone seems to love it, was only created because the amazing team at Bioware created a universe that was so rich and full of life and detail. As much as I know a lot of fans are hurt by what they did, we need to remember that Bioware still created an incredible trilogy, one of the best ever. So hats off to them all round.
Also, this was written really fast and so the ending (specifically the last part on how you actually win using TIM's signal) isn't very fleshed out. I know there are holes, and they can actually be fixed quite easily. This isn't perfect. Also, this doesn't deal with a 'happy' ending. If there were to be one, or you were to even CONSIDER taking the fourth option, you'd need to be damn ready. I'm talking ALL war assets e
20 Reasons Why I Hate Twilight1) It's poorly written. Stephen King can back me up on SMeyer being a horrible writer.20 Reasons Why I Hate Twilight6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
2) Those are not vampires, they're sparkly fags. And by fag, I don't mean gay, I mean fag.
3) Edward is a 107 year old virgin. Can you say pathetic?
4) Bella has no redeeming qualities; she's a very weak main character. Physically she isn't strong. She can't run away right even; she trips too much. She's not smart, either, she's almost brain dead (come on, how long did it take her to figure out Edward was a vampire again?). She's not very pretty. She's not nice; she treats her friends horribly, and wants nothing to do with normal boys who aren't monsters. Somehow, everyone loves her, despite all this, which only makes her even more dislikable.
5) There is no plot. Or, if there is, it was so small I missed it.
6) Edward is abusive and a stalker.
7) Bella has absolutely no opposition to Edward stalking her. (In Buffy the Vampire slayer, Buffy tells Angel that girls don't like being stalked. She actuall