Counting Awaytwenty one.. twenty twoCounting Away1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
twenty three... twenty four
I count ceiling tiles
As they lead toward the door,
As I lay
Listening to silence of my tears,
The gentle loving whisper of the water
As they try to release my fears,
one ... two ... three ... four
I count the drops as they fall
Letting the numbers give me
A few more moments to stall,
But the tears offer no relief
And I only dread the moments left to me
I count the seconds as if trying to see,
How long before I finally break...
But I was already broken
Long before I came here
Long before I decided to do this...
I count the beats of my hearts
As I submerge my soul
Whilst trying not to fall apart,
twenty-five... twenty-six... twenty seven
I count the seconds
As time steals my air
And reprieve beckons.
I try to think of one last regret
Something to help pull me free
Of this grave of my own choice
Even just something to count
Something to give me hope
Genuinely SmilingI test it out in the mirrorGenuinely Smiling1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The face I want them to see...
The gentle smile
Blesses me falsely
Even to my tear filled eyes,
But I won't let it fall
I try to make it shine more broadly
To be sure they know,
When they finally see me
Gaze into my unseeing eyes
And see the peaceful wonder
Left behind in my smile,
That I'm in someplace
Far better than here
Free of pain.
Someplace that I can genuinely
I want them to see.
neveryou bury thoughts of hernever1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the sand among seashells
so that she can hear the ocean
one more time.
you write her in stanzas
until the tides comes
and washes her away;
you have never been her muse,
just a drop of water
off a leaky faucet
that she never bothered fixing.
you whisper her kiss
to the mist on the water's surface,
watching as it vaporizes;
it was never yours to hold.
you refuse to surrender yourself
to the sea,
but you also know
that she was never going to be there
to catch you when you fell
and that the ocean would undeniably
engulf you both.
she can swim,
but all you can do is choke.
The War Ain't OverThe war's never overThe War Ain't Over1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Its always just beginning
Thinking of all the battles I've lost
Sends my brain spinning,
But the war ain't over
That much I know
So there's a chance I could take the reigns
And then I'd never let 'em go
But right now's another battle
Another hour of pain,
The enemies siege
When my smile started to wane
Under the crushing blows
Their words did to me
Though I suppose
I should be glad they weren't
Sticks and stones
Cause then where would I be?
And as my embarrassment mounts
Then comes their cavalry
Stabbing at what's left of my gaiety.
I call for a retreat
Cut the losses of my pride
Run back for shelter
And merely try to hide,
But waiting there's an ambush
Another standing infantry
All their guns dutifully
Pointing towards me.
I stand and accept their fire
Where else am I meant to go?
Here was supposed to be safe
This castle was supposed to be home.
So I pull myself together
I stride through their screams
Trying not to fall apart
Whilst they rip me to seams.
And the d
Wilted LullabiesOh flower why hello...Wilted Lullabies1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't see you there
In the world so far below
I could barely even hear
Your screams of pain
Such wilted lullabies
Oh flower so far below me
Why do you cry?
Oh flower below
Hush your little leaves
How hard it hurts me so
To hear your petals scream
Tell me what to do
That's all I need to know
Please flower let me take you
From the world below.
Oh flower in my world
Are you really there?
Your wilted lullabies
Have turned into despair
Your leaves are now holed
You fall with the winds blow
Flower where can I take you?
There's nowhere left for you to go.
Oh flower leaving my world
Where can you go?
The world has forgotten you
Left you so far below.
And while I couldn't save you
And while I know you must go
Flower I sing your wilted lullabies
So the entire world will know
The pain of a single flower
Left in the world below.
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And My Mama SaidAnd mama said "If you love meAnd My Mama Said1 year ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Please let me go-"
And mama said "This kind of pain
She surely did know-"
And mama said "She loved me
Yes, but she wanted to go"
And I cried to mama "Please
Mama please I love you so
Please mama stay
Don't leave me alone."
And my mama said "This
She surely did know-
But she had to go
God was calling her home"
And I cried to mama "Please
Mama please you don't need to leave
Right here's your home
Please don't leave me to grieve."
And mama said "Remember this son
You need know,
That your mother always loved you
And loved you so
But ,son, your mother really needs to go
It might not be fair
But God is calling her home
And since God called I need to go
But remember what I said
And that I'll always love you so"
And mama never said a thing to me again
And this day I finally let go of her hand.
I Blame The MessengerThe messenger stole her soulI Blame The Messenger1 year ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
His words trapping its fragile memory
Within his palm
As he let her own grief crush it to ash.
And while his message said one
I knew our family
Had lost two souls that day.
KnBOC-Ginchiyo UenoKnBOC-Ginchiyo Ueno2 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Ginchiyo Ueno (Or Ueno Ginchiyo)
Nickname: Chiyo, gin, Ueno
Appearance: Ginchiyo is an abnormally tall girl at 5'10"(around 178cm) and 145 lbs.(66kg). She's willow-y and lanky, but has lean muscle in her legs and arms due to running and an exercise schedule she sticks to. She has grey hair usually in a low bun, and dull brown eyes. She is usually seen in the Tōō uniform, or dark skinny jeans, a flowery, collared shirt, and flats.
Characteristics: Ginchiyo is a lovely cellist and avid runner.
Personality: Ginchiyo's a peaceful, positive person. While usually laid-back and relaxed, when it comes to her music she is a perfectionist. She pushes herself to become an amazing cellist, though towards everything else she's easier on herself. Ginchiyo's not the kind of person to argue or bicker easily, since she tries to respect everyone's opinions even when she doesn't agree with them. Though this makes her seem like she can't stand up for herself, which makes people try
KnBOC-Shizuka KondouKnBOC-Shizuka Kondou3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
Name: Shizuka Kondō
Nickname: Shizu-chan, Kondō-san, glasses
Appearance: Shizuka is a slim girl at 5'4"(163cm) and 120 pounds(54kg). She has straw-blonde hair a little past her shoulders, and bangs almost over her eyes. She has medium grey eyes, and wears a pair of half-rimmed glasses. She usually is seen in the Seirin school uniform.
Characteristics: Shizuka is a fantastic photographer, disciplined dancer, and sadly so-so at household duties.
Personality: Slightly aloof, calm, reserved, good-natured, slightly perverted (denies this), quiet, studious.
Mood: Usually quiet, but happy. She won't smile that much, but will assure people she's content if asked.
Likes/Loves: Books, dance, gardening, photography, journalism, watching sports, animals, her mother's cooking, her parents.
Dislikes/Hates: Bitter foods, octopus, being unproductive, most slug-like insects.
Strength: She has lots of endurance from dance, and also is quite flexible.
Weakness: Slimy things in general,
WS-Bai Rui full Info.WS-Bai Rui full Info.3 years ago in Profiles More Like This
DW info sheet
Full Name: Bai Rui
Meaning: White, sharp
Nickname: Rui, woman, Lady Bai
Actual Age: 26
Age Appearance: Mid 20s
Residence: Jiang Kan, Wu Kingdom, Ancient China, Three Kingdoms Era
Hometown: Anding, Liang Province
Birthday: February 2nd (Aquarius)
Sexual Preference: Heterosexual
Foot Soldier to Lieutenant under Dong Zhuo from 189-192
Musician to Sun Ce from 192-194
Lieutenant to Officer under Sun Ce and Sun Quan from 194 to 215
Way Of Speaking: Clipped, rude to some, but sarcastically formal to others
Marital Status: Married
DYNASTY WARRIORS RELATED:
Kingdom: Other, then Wu
Weapon: Liu Qiun
What battles they took place in: Battle of Hu Lao Gate, Wujin, Battle of Chi Bi
Top five things they might say in battle:
I. "Hmph, you weren't even worth my time."
II."I may not usually believe in such rubbish, but my lord's ideals will come to fruition."
III. "Another base already? It seems the gods have willed us to win
When I Shall DieWhen I shall dieWhen I Shall Die1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
I ask not for a coffin
To display my mortal body
To the Earth beneath.
I ask not for a funeral
A celebration of my life and memory
Though both would be soon forgotten
I ask not for roses nor lilies
To slowly rot away in coherence with me.
When I shall die
I merely ask for a stone
With my name etched onto its soul
And of this stone I beg,
To remember me
Remember I was here , that I existed,
For all eternity.
Makorra - SacrificeI can't believe I'm doing this.Makorra - Sacrifice3 years ago in Drama More Like This
Mako lingered at the edge of the tiled walkway, hands shoved deep in his pockets, mind in absolute chaos. Golden light spilled out over the path like a reflection over water, illuminating the figure slouched against a pillar at the far end. Just seeing Korra there sent a tidal wave of emotions cascading over Mako, from anxiety to joy to anger, and most of all, guilt.
Their quarter-finals match had been a disaster. It'd been sheer luck that Bolin had come through for them at the last second, otherwise the Fire Ferrets would've been out of the tournament for good. Mako'd been so focused on his argument with Korra before the match that he'd been a sitting turtleduck, and he could tell the Avatar had been no better off.
The three of them barely had a chance to celebrate their victory afterwards before Korra'd disappeared, making up some halfhearted excuse about needing fresh air. Anyone who'd cared enough to pay attention would've noticed she was stil
FearKorra sat meditating in the front of her temporary home, trying her hardest to ease the stress out of her mind. It seemed nearly impossible. Amon's solid mask and deep, intimidating voice was replaying over and over in her head. She closed her eyelids even tighter, ignoring the sweat that dripped down the side of her face. Breathe, just breathe, she reminded herself constantly, parting her lips and inhaling large amounts of cool oxygen into her lungs. For a moment she was at peace, staring into complete darkness, feeling her body go weightless and relaxed. Her head wasn't pounding anymore and her heart was no longer beating in her ears. They were both rather calm and forgetful. Her head tilted back the slightest bit, allowing the sun's warming rays to tickle her cheeks with warmth, allowing the very edges of her walls to begin to break down. Then footsteps. Fast, light footsteps. Sneaky ones. Stealthy ones. She tried to ignore them but they kept coming. They were getting closer.Fear3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Finding Each OtherTokka: Finding Each OtherFinding Each Other3 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Toph's thin lifeless puppet of a body slammed the hard floor with a sickening crunch sound. A raspy sigh escaped her lips just as the entire world went black.
In her mind, Toph was near her husband, the Water Tribe councilman Sokka and he was being bloodbent severely. She tried to cry out, but she could force no sound from her throat. She too was being bloodbent. She was forced to listen as his strong figure was being disturbingly twisted into unnatural poses and angles. The sound of the twisting made her want to vomit. His awful screams of pain reached her ears and caused her heart to race in fear. She couldn't protect him. She was completely helpless. Silent tears rolled down her pale cheeks. Her husband, her love, her true soul mate was being tortured right in front of her and she could do nothing to stop it. She tried everything she could possibly think of to break the bloodbending grip Yakone had on her, but her efforts were futile. Finally, wi
Makorra - It's Complicated - Part 3(Skip forward Episode 9, when they have just found Korra on Naga).Makorra - It's Complicated - Part 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Korra. Korra. Korra.
This seemed to be the only thing running through his mind at the time. When Naga walked up to them all and he spotted Korra's limp body resting on top, the worst thoughts possible ran through Mako's mind. And when Tenzin and Chief Beifong began smothering her and bombarding her with questions, Mako lost his cool completely.
"Give her some space!" he shouted as he pushed the two out of the way and picked her up off of Naga.
Walking back to Oogi, the flying bison, he stared at her lovingly.
"I was so worried," Mako said to her. "Are you all right?"
Korra smiled up to him and, with the energy she could muster up, said, "I'm fine. I'm glad you're here."
The words filled Mako's heart with joy.
"You're safe now," he said as he gently put her down.
Stroking her cheek, he watched as she slowly closed her eyes.
It had been a week since Naga had found her lying in the snow after she had escaped from Amon'
TerrifiedHe was nervous.Terrified3 years ago in Romance More Like This
She loved him, and he knew it, and he was still nervous.
He stared at the door of the unremarkable South Pole home for what seemed like an eternity, his eyes boring into the wood as if he were trying to see through it. He couldn't.
He was stupid. This was stupid. She'd hardly seen enough of her parents in the past few months. She'd been through a lot. She was the Avatar. And he was an idiot.
It was really a dumb idea.
He turned away and his heels dug into the hard-packed snow with a loud crunch.
Her laugh. It reached his ears and it was music to him. And he'd turned around in an instant and pressed his ear to the door to hear more. Wholehearted and light, he grasped for those hopeful notes of joy. No one laughed like her. He could just imagine the wide grin and crinkled eyes from behind that door. And that imagination forced his hand. He had to see her for himself.
His knock was feeble at first, his knuckles weakly rapping at the thick earthen surface. He balled
Under The Same Moon Ch4Chapter 4: The ConfrontationUnder The Same Moon Ch43 years ago in Romance More Like This
Location: Southern Water Tribe-Guest House
Mako paced himself back and forth in the living room while he muttered incoherent words only to scowl after words. Bolin was on the couch, watching how deeply troubled and hurt his big brother was and was trying to think of ways to call him down. Nothing seemed to work. Asami, who was in the kitchen, decided to make some tea and settle everyone's nerves.
"This wasn't supposed to happen " Mako finally stated as he stopped in front of a wall. "I just don't get it."
Bolin stood up from the couch and rubbed his neck. "Bro, I understand you are beyond confused and angry but please try to calm down.-"
"Calm down?" Mako mocked as he clenched his teeth. "How on earth am I supposed to calm down? I just found out today that not only is Korra the future heir of the Southern Water Tribe but now she is also engaged to another man. She is going to marry another man. Tell me, Bolin. If Asami was in
Drabble #3 - Haze - TahorraHazeDrabble #3 - Haze - Tahorra3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Tahno had been in a haze after he had lost his bending each day passed without variation. He would wake and drag himself out of bed, pity himself and think of the what ifs of it all, eat a bit of something, retire to bed early, repeat. The days of his once-fabulous life blurred together, all the same, never changing. Tahno was lost in a fog of confusion, of depression.
To the former Waterbender, he felt as though those miserable times would never end for him, that he was doomed to live such a ragged existence until he finally collapsed in on himself and succumbed to the pleasant numbness of death. That without his bending, he was nothing all of his fan girls and so-called friends were gone and he no longer had the money to spend as lavishly as he once had. He had lost everything that had been so futilely important to him. The familiar comfort that bending water brought him was gone, leaving him to be indescribably lonely and empty.
Until she entered his life.