our sex. your hair.it's nights like theseour sex. your hair.7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when I love you most. when
you're gone but I swear
I can feel the tips of your fingers
on my shoulder blades
or pushing the hair
from my eyes,
my lips (my lips on
you leave me hot
and flushed, not sleeping,
not breathing but craving
your arms, your teeth,
your body. run my hands
over your trembling stomach
ragged and breathing
on top of me, like
I could burn imprints of
myself into you. to be all yours.
but you're not even here.
I want to give everything I have
I cry out your name like
angels sing (like
heaven came inside of
until I wake up wet and
collapse into the pillow and inhale
the smell of spring,
sex, and your
_classy girls sometimes i'll watch you while you talk,_classy girls7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the way your perfect mouth seems
to form every
Setting SailSetting Sail10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I stretch to look upon an ocean
vast and bleak,
thrilled by the Asian face
to shed a shine of glossy varnish
and leave untrammelled beauty
still intact after so long.
Inside, the hauling up of cargo,
fresh oranges, limes,
and something surly to go with bread:
musty bookends prop charts uncanny;
luminance at the windows,
in dead of night deckhands sweat at work.
Stare down quickening tide, white with breakers,
no need to look further
while the foam of distance flails
and taunts with beckoning candour;
nostrils screaming the scent of bitter salt,
and thistles grow down to the beach
using space without reservation.
Put your shoulder to this buttress,
boys; the dam un-breached.
For every breathing outcast, learn to sail
and let's be turning South;
rope and sandalwood decks adrift
in unquiet fire,
shout Truth from each loosed tirade.
I look again to the sea amassing
strength to challenge.
My will to live breathes spray anew,
enough to gasp at Dachau.
Baka no HaikuBaka no Haiku8 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Baka no Haiku or The Complete Moron's Guide to Haiku
I have all these . . . thoughts.
Deep thoughts, you know what I mean?
Chicken . . . or the egg . . .
I Loathe the UndeadI Loathe the Undead10 years ago in Humor More Like This
I loathe the undead.
They're always whining about "brains" and "guarrrgh" all the time and they're clawing at you with their nasty clammy maggoty-infested hands and biting your wife with their rotten yellow teeth and trudging along in a big stupid horde, losing their limbs all over the place and blocking traffic like they owned the world. Would you believe there was a zombie stampede on the I-41 this morning? Yeah, they held up traffic for like an hour. It was a huge stampede. They made me late to work and I think they almost cost me my job. Never mind that the boss has been later for less important reasons than a zombie stampede.
Some day I'm going to stick him in a room with a zombie in it and see how he likes it.
Anyway. I would have been later to work this morning ('cause I think that stampede's still going on, I mean they just said on the news half an hour ago that the last body count was like sixty, and that's way too many for just an hour-long stampede) if I hadn't gone and inst
Tadashi Hamada x Reader: Guardian AngelTadashi Hamada x Reader: Guardian Angel1 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
You were sitting on the stairwell, drowning out all the talk that was going on downstairs. Your hair was damp and so was your dress…and the rest of you. Your eyes, your cheeks…they stung too. It all happened so quickly…you didn’t have a chance to react to what was happening. The memory can’t be replaced by another one. They told you to be strong but you couldn’t. To you…the world had turn cold with the thought placed in your soul that you couldn’t. You tried to dig deep inside yourself to get yourself to be the strong one but you just…can’t.
He was there when you fell, both literally and figuratively. And he always stood with you…and there for you, through all your troubles. He even told you that he would risk his life for you. He would hold you when you cried, saying that it’s okay.
The emotions started hitting you like crashing waves on a stormy shore, as more memories came to you.
8th April, 19738th April, 197310 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Avignon knows that April has arrived;
a week has passed, and perfection closed -
who has seen the crazy life inside?
The Man recants, his life deformed, perhaps,
should shelter become intensified
and an easier existence found for tortured Art.
When War came, and open flowed expense,
can curling pleasure hurt the Earth
now that pain is documented?
In Heart's true strength the burden passed
into quiet ceasing moments; years;
fragrant pastures blaze in golden light.
She is softness, your Renaissance, old man;
ninety famous stretches, fulsome workaholic -
pretty Jacqueline, clothed at last; your love.
Shooting StarOnce I wished upon a star,Shooting Star7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To fulfill my hearts desire
For I long for a maidens kiss,
Instilling myself in endless bliss,
So I would no longer tire,
When my heart is in fire
A star has fallen,
Over the hills of pollen,
Where the lions shall stride
And unicorns would ride,
Exclaiming my lifes swollen
Desire I must seek.
I journeyed out of the wall
Before the night sky will fall,
Over the woods so scary,
Where the creatures are merry,
For I shall answer her call
Into the woods I shall wander,
Beneath the moon I shall ponder,
Finding the star in a dense
Forest filled with trees so tense,
Full of the forests own wonder
And there she is
The star that I have seek,
Hiding in the shadows so meek,
Wondering what will be in store,
If I find myself and restore,
What my hearts desire could lead.
Because this is not the end,
For my heart will surely bend.
How To WriteAbstract: an analytical approach to plotting and writing fiction upwards of 1,000 wordsHow To Write10 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Acknowledgements: the potentially amazing Rachel (IfrozenspiritI) served as guinea pig to this; go and tell her to finish the product of that experiment, because you'll love it. Chris Widdison (tearstone) approached me indecently with the idea of writing a longer essay (which will still happen, and be a lot more purdy than this here thing), which would incorporate this essay in another form, amongst others. He doesn't need to read any of this, because he already knows it all.
Target audience: young, inexperienced writers, especially those that find themselves pulling off vignettes and other super-short forms with an ease, while chronically unable to produce anything with more than a handful of scenes and more than 1,000 words.
Part 1: The Premise takes a look at the basic idea behind a piece
Part 2: The Story fills in some of those blanks and gives u
Meeting EveMeeting Eve10 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The alarm rang, its harsh shriek shattering Lucy's uneasy slumbers. Opening her eyes she glanced across at the numbers on the dial. Ten to nine. She read the clock face again. Still ten to nine. With an exhaled profanity she threw back the covers and jumped from the bed. Bare feet hitting cold stone. She glanced wildly around the room for any moderately clean garments and sighting a pair of semi-laddered tights and a black work dress draped rather forlornly over the door handle, she scrabbled to put them on. Glancing over to the clock again Lucy uttered another curse. She was going to be late. She'd have to tell them there was a bomb drill in her building. She wondered briefly if anyone would bother to check up. Probably not.
Once dressed, Lucy made her way into the kitchen, no longer feeling the need for urgency. If she was going to be late she might as well make the most of it.
The apartment was small but adequate; one bedroom, one kitchen and living area, a small bathroom with a sho
I remember you from trainsI remember you from trains11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The next train to depart from Platform One will be the four-thirty-two, Flinders Street, stopping all stations to Flinders Street except East Richmond.
...And right on time again, she shows up. Yellow t-shirt and denim skirt. Today, she's wearing glasses that I haven't seen her with before and they make her look like a librarian, especially combined with the long, deep, deep, brown hair. I don't need to look her up and down like I have in the past. I have her memorised. After seeing her every Sunday at the same time for six weeks, I could almost convince myself that I know her. After all, I have seen a multitude of her moods. I know how she looks when she rubs her eyes, when she walks, when she smiles, and when she closes her eyes. I could nearly fall in love with her for real when she's asleep.
The train arrives, I open the door for her and sit down about six seats away facing towards her. I have to do this surreptitiously though. I can't let her know that I've chosen t
Toothpaste and SpamA guy I know eats toothpasteToothpaste and Spam13 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Ingesting every tube
I thought he had peculiar taste
Until I found I liked his food.
Now whenever I am snacking
I munch some hardened Crest
Or Aquafresh with minty zing
Is arguably the best.
But then one day a casual chat
Came to rest on spam
Then I remembered that meaty fat
With preservatives (and ham).
I asked my toothpaste friend
How he liked those pork remains
To my surprise he hated them
And my respect turned to disdain.
Soon I realized that my dispute
Was really over naught
I might as well be eating fruit
For all I had been taught.
So I went to prove that paste and ham
Could coincide with each other
I took a chunk of Crest and spam
And stuffed them down my throat together.
Forever will I rue this day
When spam and paste were mixed and swirled
But now, who has an empty tray?
I think I'm gonna hurl.
As the Angels Cry, We FadeThere's a myth of why it rains,As the Angels Cry, We Fade7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And that's when Angels cry.
But now I have to ask myself,
For what reason?, Why?
I believe they weep for us
And the state of the world we're on.
For changes that are made today,
And things that are far forgone.
And now, as trouble swells,
So do the Angels' eyes.
The rain starts picking up
To signal our demise.
But now the question is,
When will the rain fade away?
And whenever it finally does,
Will we be there to see the day?
Mermaid GamesAuriela swam towards the mouth of the underwater cave eagerly. She ignored the streams of colorful fish milling about the coral bedecked outcroppings of the sea mount. She even paid no mind to the ominous forms of the sharks that patrolled the shoals in their search for food. Nothing could dampen her mood today. She had some new riddles to try on Zavander. She entered the the dark gloom of the cave and began to swim upwards. Far above there was a light shining dimly, casting an eerie glow upon the stony walls around her as she ascended the tunnel through the water. The water about her began to lighten as she neared the mouth of the tunnel, until finally she breached the water. She found herself in a small alcove near the summit of the sea mount that breached the surface of the ocean just enough to allow the light from a crack in the cave's wall to illuminate and warm it during the day. In the sun's bright rays, lay sprawled Zavander's smoothly scaled form as he dosed in the noonday sunMermaid Games4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I am so over youI am so over you!I am so over you8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am so over you, I barely know you exist
I stopped wearing your panties and staring nonstop at your
photos in my bedroom
I am so over you, I've forgotten your last name
I don't even cry when I follow you to your new boyfriend's house
I am so over you, I don't wake up screaming your name every night
I cut down my hangups on your answering machine
I am so over you, remember that teddy bear you gave me?
I fucked it last night and then set it on fire
I am so over you, but I still go thru your trash every week
apples, dammitThe Big Secret to Learning How to Draw:apples, dammit6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
In the Beginning... You see an apple, and you draw an apple. You look at your drawing, and it's utter crap. It looks nothing like the real thing, and you wonder why. "Hey, a real apple is red and round. My drawing is red and round. Huh. What's wrong?"
You draw some more apples. Many times.
And finally, one day, you have a Eureka! moment. You realize, *d'oh!* a real apple isn't entirely round! It's wider at the top, narrower underneath. It's got funky little lumps at the bottom. It's got a dip like a crazy deep belly button at the very top. You draw another apple. The result is better, but it's still crap. Much nicer crap than before, but still.... Hmm.
You draw more apples. Repeat.
Another day of drawing, another Eureka! moment. Hello! The red isn't really red. This particular apple is slightly darker than true red. And it's got some tiny tan spots on it. And at the top, the red turns into a pale green color near the stem. You draw an apple once
Twisted Wonderland Part 1PrologueTwisted Wonderland Part 18 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
A family that once was peaceful is now chaos. A mother and father quarrel and twin sons and a daughter watch in fear and despair. They cannot escape the problem at their home, the house is the prison that sets the stage for a turn of events that will wreck their home, their minds, and the life of a friend who believes this is his fault. This is not his doing, but that of her own. Drawn to the edge by such a quarrel she decided it was okay to go to us, and it wasn't long before she became addicted to us. We were a heaven, a sanctuary that was at first relief, but killed her resolve in the end. After that, she was so far gone, too far gone to be saved, not even by the love the heart of her best friend, her secret admirer, could offer.
A story that begins so pure will end so bloody. What could kill her so easily took so many. The tale we tell began a year ago on this day.
Day 1 - "April 1st"
She woke up to her brother's call, and had gotten barely any sleep at all. Tha
How to start a webcomicMaking a Web Comic Part I: Finding a StoryHow to start a webcomic8 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The first and most important thing to start a web comic is to have a story. You could be the best artist on the West side of France, but it won't make a difference if your story sucks. People are grabbed first by good art and second by a good story. Art can only go so far; it is the story that will keep your readers reading. One fine example of this is Fox Tails by Fallon Willard. The art is lacking in quality, but the story is fantastic. This first part of "Making a Web Comic" covers the key elements of finding a story.
So, you know you want to do a web comic, but you're lacking in ideas for a story. You have a few different options:
1. Find a writer who already has a story. There are a lot of writers out there with fantastic ideas, but lack the skills to express them in art. The best place to look for these writers is usually in the
Roxas Gets THE TALK"See Roxas," Axel began, "Sex is like Struggle ..."Roxas Gets THE TALK8 years ago in Humor More Like This
"Why is he comparing it to that bloody sport?" Luxord whispered to Demyx as they both play poker nearby.
Ignoring The Gambler of Fate's comment, Axel continues his lecture to Roxas. "Sometimes you score, sometimes you don't.
"And Axel didn't most of the time. With sex that is," Demyx grinned. "Come to think of it, he didn't really with Struggle either ..."
Axel turned red and faced the Melodious Nocturne.
"Now wait just a minute, I scored more than you did!"
"Really?" Roxas asked.
"Uh, no... I mean yes! I mean argh! Ignore him, Roxas!" Axel sputtered slightly.
Youre not doing a good job, arent you? Luxord asked, gathering his winnings while Demyx pouted across him.
Hey, gimme a break! Its not every day I give someone the talk! Axel complained.
Excuse me? Marluxias head pops from doorway. Do my ears deceive me? Youre giving someone the
The Arrogant Open Letter dA VrDear Lavender-Ice, Rimfrost, Kaze-Hime, frzdragon, JohnSu, tickledpinky, teruchan, justflyakite, and to whom else this concerns,The Arrogant Open Letter dA Vr7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sick and tired of the things ran here
You guys get to rule the front page all day,
while I see it only for a submission to dA
While you guys get the first pages of the popular section
I strive just to get recognition
I have to come up with something amazing just to get minor credit
you can draw honey and already have journals embedded with it
I know people that get slammed for tracing they didn't do
and others reported for offense they didn't mean to
you all can get away with arth then and your fans will protect you
and shield you from the dA mods like Spitfire of Kazu
I send notes and emails hoping to just get a minor reply
sometimes it's not even about me but about helping someone else
I can't even get a reply or at least a minor excuse
on why you are not responding to me
Well I've had it and I'm offically done.
I'm getting on my soap box and equiping i