UnrequitedThere is a congregation of stars in this sky,Unrequited9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
as if the dew fell up this morning and stuck,
caught in the filaments of a web woven
by a moon too round and white,
too distantly delicate.
Down in the wet green by your white skin,
your still-life arms wrap me in a cold embrace.
Your fingertips are daggers, cutting up
my insides, my insides twisted up in you.
I shudder and bleed little loves.
I swallow you up and pretend that you dissolve,
wishing you didn't writhe inside my chest
like an angry child's tantrum. The taste
of sweat on my tongue turns my stomach;
I suffer through it for the chance to be near you.
You're whispering something to me,
but I don't want to listen. Those words
you didn't say are licking at my ears
like serpent's tongues, singing sweet
lies to me in someone else's voice.
Robbing BanksRobbing Banks13 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she's out robbing banks
know she'd give almost
a ride in my 1970's Monte Carlo
headed for England, with
a layover in Iceland.
KRS-One is excited as
anonymous footsteps rush past
my closed dormitory door.
a cool breeze blows in
my open window--
the only one left open, with
courage enough to leave the lights on.
if i were the girls across the courtyard,
i'd be watching me, but
we get bored so easily.
i have two guitars,
one bass and
a banjo, with
no one around to play with me.
across the way, they, yeah
they hear me, but i imagine
windows closing with each chord strummed.
i'm wasting my life in
front of this computer,
campus so resigned
that i feel i'm the only one left
open for business.
here, in a minute i'll
re-tie my laces, they
always come undone in Conway;
i'll wear the coat that will
stay the least wet; and walk
to a car dripping fluids in
destination unknown. maybe
i'd rob a bank if any were open.
SeasonsSeasons10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
It's getting colder as these leaves descend,
splattering their dyes against the dead chill
of autumn winds; our season is changing
into something unforeseen, so silently still.
So many times I've looked into your eyes,
past that disguise contrived of fake hues,
through these love-sick tears of ignorance.
Now I await the appearance of my muse.
In this hidden place I will wait for you
to set yourself beside me.
Bitter winds may come and go, dragging
with them a coldness in many long nights.
Through the flurry of white innocence,
I can feel our season changing, as it bites
at my skin, pale and delicate without the
sunlight in your smile to heal my heart.
Just bring me back the dawn of youth,
a time of an adolescent devotion's start.
In this sacred hollow my soul tears apart.
Forever I will linger until the light breaks
over the frost of winter's scorn and rage.
Our season is changing, the blossoms
falling across death's lost, solitary stage.
I've gazed into your eyes, past that mask
SeasonsLife, our existence, our space in time, from all the colors of our emotions,Seasons12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Has been, and always be, unfair, unjust, difficult, and the most painful memory,
Of all the history of our hearts, and our souls.
How pain can be addictive,
How solice can be found in secluded and dark places,
How happiness can seem like a crime, or a predudice,
How anger can seem like an answer, not the problem.
The real answers? How we live our lives is all that matters.
That making it back, is the only treasure worth fighting for,
And seeing the path is the easiest part,
Walking it... is a battle we all lose from time to time.
Why? Because no one on the face of this earth is perfect.
Its true, some are not as stained as others, but we are still imperfect,
Imperfect in our sadness, in our hate, in our misunderstanding,
Not perfect because of our emotions, our memories, our dreams... our love.
And sometimes I wish, the answer to being able to live life pure was a pill I took everyday,
And sometimes I h
Black and White HeartA black and white heartBlack and White Heart10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Never stained by heartbreak
Never painted by love
So you took it as a canvas
If it was yours to take
Color met the monochrome
Beating like a metronome
To the tune I lost
Somewhere inside of you…
Now its yours, take it
To whistle, to sing
For it sounds much better
Coming off your lips
But leave me my illusion
That wonderful illusion…
That you don't hold everything
In your hands; your kiss; your eyes
For this illusion keeps me safe
From the fear, the fear, that fear
You could crush me, kill me
So quick and clean
I Hate Life When...I Hate Life When...11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When you have no choice
But to lie –
Especially to your friends
When people cannot accept you
For who you really are,
And you have to continue the act
Just for them.
When your darkest secrets
Are discovered by your friends --
The ones you never wanted to know about it
In the first place.
When you think someone loves you,
Then they go and let you down.
When people think
They know best for you,
When all you want to do
Is follow your heart.
When someone acts
Like your friend,
Like they really care about you,
Then the next day
They go and bitch about you
Behind your back.
When two people,
Who both like each other,
Won't go out with each other.
When the person you care for most
Will never know.
When your family,
Your own flesh and blood,
Turn against you.
Maybe water is thicker than blood?
When people make judgements
On your appearance
Instead of on the way you act.
When others cannot,
And do not,
Listen to your opinions
And simply think that your views
Do not matter.
A RemembranceA Remembrance10 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
As a remembrance for Veteran's Day and being a soldier, I thought I would write something that is dear to my heart. Something that was an experience I will never forget. What follows is a brief synopsis of the events leading up to the main occurrence.
In April 2003, the men and women of the 3rd Armored Cavalry Regiment (3rd ACR) deployed in support of Operation Iraqi Freedom. Though these men and women, who will be referred to from now on as Soldiers, were trained in their respective jobs and equipped to the standards of the United States Army at that time, none of them knew what to expect. Some, a small minority, had seen combat before, either in Bosnia or Desert Storm. There were even a few Vietnam vets that had gotten out of the military and signed back up at a later date. But in reality, none of these Soldiers knew what was to come in the next year of their lives.
The Soldiers hit the ground in Kuwait in April, spen
Jock-Highschool BlowoutCoach is going to kill me He thought as he finally set foot on the almost empty track. He ran the last few feet to where the man in a blue and yellow jacket stood with a whistle to his mouth and a clip board to his chest. He watched as his best friend finished just before he reached Coach, who wasn't watching to see if anyone else was still on the track. "Good job, Evans. You might make Varsity this year Coach patted Evans on the back and sent him to the locker room. He then finally noticed the last person on left on the pavement. "Goodnight son." Coach said as he headed back to the locker room somberly. He waited until Coach had locked the gym doors, and then realized he was standing alone for the first time in his life.Jock-Highschool Blowout6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Vermilion ch.1 "She's the only one that makes me sad..."-Vermilion, Slipknot, Vol. 3 The Subliminal VersesVermilion ch.14 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The majority of life in the galaxy is short. Most of the species are only able to grasp a small pocket of time amidst the consciousness of life, moving through the decades at a hard sprint; never slowing down, because they can't, they don't have the time.
Liara T'Soni had time. As an asari she had thousands of years to contemplate things. She had time to be immature, had time to be intellectual and philosophical. In fact she could afford to lean against a wall and lose herself in her own musings for three hundred years and still have time to experience everything the galaxy had to offer. She could actually 'See it all' as the human expression goes
She was young, for an Asari. Only 108 years old, she was still considered a child to her people; though despite her relatively young age Liara was smart. Blessed by the Goddess with a quick, scientific mind and natural
Invictus - Chapter One - Tears of a Broken HeartInvictus - Chapter One - Tears of a Broken Heart4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Chapter One -Tårer af et knust hjerte - Tears of a broken heart
Margurite Shepard: Earth-born, War Hero, Sentinel. Full Paragon with a very healthy dose of Renegade. Saved Wrex, Saved Rachni Queen, Romanced Kaiden, Saved Kaiden at Virmire, Saved the Destiny Ascension; All squad members recruited and loyal, destroyed Heretic Geth, Destroyed Collector Base, Miranda and Legion killed.
For the purposes of this story, Shepard doesn't receive Thane's LotSB letter until after he leaves.
"Shepard, ETA to Invictus is twenty minutes."
Shepard rubbed her eyes with the back of her hand. "Thank you, EDI. Have Garrus and Tali meet me at the Kodiak in thirty."
Margurite Shepard stared with empty eyes through the dark portal above her bed into the empty blackness of space. She didn't need a mirror
Love -spits-I don't know why people fall in love; it's such a pointless thing,Love -spits-11 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We're giving into to childish dreams and imagining,
The sad thing is in the end we all will fall for love's game,
Your good years were wasted away by love, now that's a crying shame.
Heart and Home, ch1Heart and Home, ch14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was autumn and the smell of rotting leaves on the chill morning air was almost pleasant. Better than the usual scents of filth and decay in Kirkwall, anyhow. Thanks to Merrill, they were hiking up the Sundermount again, on their way to do something stupid. Extremely stupid. The tiny Dalish mage looked worried as Hawke walked beside her, and behind them Varric grumbled.
She hated to drag him out of the city like this, but there really wasn't anyone else she could trust to come along on this errand. Before leaving, she'd spoken to Aveline and left notes for Sebastian and Fenris. The guard captain was suspicious, but she knew better than to pry. Sebastian would be unhappy that he was left behind, but there was no way she could drag the Chantry brother out to summon a demon. Just thinking about it made her feel tense and unhappy. And Fenris . . . Fenris would be livid when she
Shore LeaveAnders was staring into that night's dinner and stirring listlessly. He was hunched over on the small log that served as a seat, head resting heavily on a hand propped up by his elbow. He barely noticed when Vivien, finished fishing out bowls and forks from their packs, moved to sit beside him. The glow from the fire only served to highlight the dark shadows under his half-lidded eyes and the hint of grey in the hair at his temples. As she looked at him she was forcibly struck with how exhausted he seemed, in that moment he could have been ten years older and she would not have been surprised. Justice had been a particularly difficult passenger of late, his renewed fervour making up for Anders' absence from the mage underground for over a year and a half now. Vivien felt a great swell of pity and love for them both then, her eyes shining more than usual in the firelight. She reached out and gently stroked the backs of her fingers along the scruffy stubble of his cheek. Anders let out aShore Leave4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Guardian Angels: Arrival AftermathThe water helpsGuardian Angels: Arrival Aftermath4 years ago in Romance More Like This
It clings to my skin, rivulets caressing my body as my clothing plasters itself to my form.
Underneath the water I am born anew, sins washed away down the drain.
My toes curl beneath the heat, as hot as my flesh can stand before it begins to blister.
Eyes close as emotion crashes about my soul. I want to feel, yet I can't. A smothering numbness seeps into my brain.
Everything is cloudy, did that really just happen? It all feels like some horrid dream my subconscious dragged up from God knows where.
I would like to believe I have redeemed myself. I've proven to be more than the monster I am believed to be.
It would be nice if that were true but it isn't.
In the end I am no hero, heroes don't exist in real life. They belong in story books and legends.
Real heroes are murderers, creatures of nightmare tortured at the feet of ruthless calculus.
It takes a stone cold killer to save a galaxy.
Sadly I am a very bad killer.
I feel the bullet when it enters my enemy's
DA2: SolaceTitle: SolaceDA2: Solace4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Game: Dragon Age 2
Characters/Pairings: Isabela, FemHawke/Fenris
The pungent liquor ran down her throat in huge gulps, starting to take effect on her tired mentality. Blood was rushing to her head, causing a blush to come over her face. Her eyes felt as if they were crossed, her tongue felt slick against her teeth, and her limbs were beginning to feel heavy. Cozy warmth emanated from her fingertips, and every touch caused what was like an electrical current to run through them. The people surrounding her were blurred, and their voices were muffled. Sentences formed in her mind slurred into a mess of words, and the reason why she was drinking was becoming hazier by every second.
It was exactly as Hawke wanted it.
The woman beside her was making the most noise in the tavern with her cheering and toasting. Being scantily dressed did no harm in attracting younger, craving gazes upon her.
To the girl I hit Id never given an eulogy in my life and now for my first time, I was expected to give a speech about a girl I didnt know at all.To the girl I hit8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
OK, maybe a girl I didnt know at all is somewhat untrue; I knew Abigail decades ago and by sick chance I had run her over a few days back, her parents remembered me and demanded I give the eulogy (new age grief therapy?)
Well here goes nothing: I hardly knew Abigail but in her last moments she showed me true kindness, forgiving me for my sin even though she wasnt ready to die (this was of course a lie, she jumped in front of my car screaming suicide, but her parents didnt need to
The teddy and the girlThe teddy and the girl6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Beautiful battered teddy sitting upon my bed,
Oh how I long to be you instead,
Looking out at the world in content,
Knowing nothing of pain and torment,
That love will forever give,
The sorrow we must live,
Beautiful battered teddy sitting upon my bed,
Oh how I long to be you instead.
Oh stupid foolish deillusional girl,
You're forever living in a fairytale world,
You think I know not of loves sting?
And the burden of pain it brings?
Just because I don't speak doesn't mean I don't feel,
I've been alive long enough to know what's real,
Oh stupid foolish deillusional girl,
You're forever living in a fairytale world.
Rusted old teddy sitting upon my windowsill,
For your life I would kill,
Forever silent, forever free,
Far away from reality,
Never knowing about life,
In all its sadness and strife,
Rusted old teddy sitting upon my windowsill,
For your life I would kill.
Oh silly little girl sitting by my side,
From this world's madness I wish to hide,
I stare out upon the world in
Guardian Angels: FaintGarrus Vakarian had never fainted beforeGuardian Angels: Faint4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Lost consciousness from blood loss, blacked out from a concussion, even nodded off during a firefight on the Citadel once, the exhaustion had simply been too much, but fainted? Never.
A turian vigilante did not faint, it just wasn't cool. Yet there he was, lying face up on Shepard's floor with her pale, round face over his as she called his name.
"Mmmmhey there." He offered numbly, still trying to focus his vision enough to really see her face. It was white as the moon with fear, pale blue eyes wide and frantic.
"Dear God, what happened?!"
Spirits, he really didn't want to answer that question.
All he knew was that he'd gone up to the Loft to check on her after they'd recruited Jack. She'd taken a few bad hits on Purgatory and hadn't gone into the med bay.
What he had found, well he'd known she was flexible, just not that flexible.
Dressed in nothing but her skin tight underweave, the commander had been