UnrequitedThere is a congregation of stars in this sky,Unrequited8 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 Banks12 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.
The Book of Forum, number 1The Book of Forum, number 110 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
The Forum According to Curran
Creation- or the First
In the beginning, there was nothing.
Then, there was more nothing.
Then there was someone's dog, but it went away really fast with our slipper.
And there then was still nothing.
Then there was a great blank stare.
The Great Blank Stare loomed over the blank, gray-green world and decided that something had to come. It took him three days. Well, we SAY it took three days, but who is to say what time is to the Great Blank Stare. To it, there was no day, par se. So let's just say it took a certain amount of time of random thoughts going in and out of its orange head for the decision to be made. Having decided, it then set to work creating the realm of Forum, and the many nations and inhabitants to populate it.
First were the Forums, many in number and layered like the frosting on a bundt cake. The Deviants realm, with its wild growth and cycle of life and death. The fiery and dangerous lands of Complaints, where only the stou
SeasonsLife, our existence, our space in time, from all the colors of our emotions,Seasons11 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 Heart9 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
SeasonsSeasons9 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
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.
Are you hungryAre you hungry12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
May I rent your ears for a certain amount of time?
I promise I'll pay a fee that hopefully comes quite near to
what they are worth
Or I can give you those tiny coupons you can exchange at your local store for a new birth.
Things work faster today.Except for me.
I still pretend to be a calm old sea waiting for victims.
Relicts.To explain my behaviour.Ship wretches like long abandonned domino stones stapled.
Children in the court draw arrows to your door
But I spend too much time watching the line itself and cant seem to focus on the direction anymore
And scratch marks in the wood remind me that maybe I should have
followed their calls
But when you leave my love
When you leave this place I'll softly touch your fragile skull
to see if the beauty of your mind
left any signs for me on its porcelain walls
I want life to be my teacher not some kind of weird try
to explain it but the source itself
I dont need any scientific heroes only wanting to help and
in the end you remain with a rope in y
I Miss YouIts good to act indifferent because its so much better than crying. When you try to swallow your emotions; the tears swelling up. I dont even know why I cry, just know that I do, and it feels so good. It feels even better when Im with you and I cry into you, because I know you take all of that bundled sorrow and envelop me in your arms, and your shoulders are so much stronger than mine. I dont think youll ever understand just how I feel, how this feels, the messages of what I try to tell you. Really, what does it matter who says what in the end?I Miss You7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you ever miss me as much as I miss you?
I miss you so much sometimes I stop breathing, because I might miss air more than I miss you for a second.
I miss you so much I could scream, and it hurts. I feel so alone.
I miss you.
I miss you so badly I curl up and cry, I miss you more than the fish wanted water, more than the bird wanted to fly. You ARE my wings, my water, my air, my everything.
Remember that ni
YouYou just needed a shoulder to cry uponYou8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You needed a release for your anger
People couldnt see your beauty
Through their insolent clouded eyes
And I wish I wouldve noticed you earlier
Because you were so full of life
Burning golden in the pitch black night
That ate the hearts of so many
Dripping pitch red blood on the ground
You were a pillar of strength
You withstood the earthquakes as they shook you
Stood firm as the wind battered you
And now you may be gone
You laughed when you felt like crying
You grinned at them when you felt like screaming
And they couldnt see your worth
Through their liers eyes
And I wish I wouldve let you know
Because you were ready to love
Even when the shadows of hate threatend you
And tried to tear you down
In the frozen silver night you stayed alive
No matter what it took you stayed strong
You were a rock of salvation
You stood your ground when others ran
Held fast to your heart when everything was on the line
And now it may be too la
I Hate Life When...I Hate Life When...10 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.
All About YouThinking about you always makes me smile.All About You7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When I think about you, in happiness or sorrow,
You are always the one to brighten my day,
To a nearly impossible glow, it shines though my skin.
Talking to you always makes me happy.
When I talk to you, you always find a way to make me laugh and smile,
Even if you didnt do it on purpose, you make me so damn happy.
Chatting with you always lets me say things clearer to you.
When I chat with you, the things I want to say to you are clearer in my mind,
Your voice not there to could it over, yet the feeling of telling you this way,
Isnt as great as it would be if I said it to your voice and face.
I have so many things I want to let you know,
But its so hard to say them,
Its not that I dont care or mean them,
But that I care so much and mean them so much,
That they get stuck in my throat,
And I cant find all the words to put my feelings into,
But Id do the best I can for you, to show you, to tell you,
How much I
What is Art?Copyright infringment, violation, thievery, modification, edited, photomanipulation, artistic license, creative commons, commercial use and modification, mine vs. theirs, permission, denial, reproduction, fair use, notification, protected, lawsuit, statement, complaining party, penalty, deletion, perjury, liabilityWhat is Art?7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
What is art?
In 1917, there was an artist by the name of Marcel Duchamp who bought (or made, no one knows) a urinal and with it he wrote his signature on the side. He named it Fountain and he called it Art. In 1964, another artist repeated this by going to the plummers shop and bought another urinal and then brought it to the gallery in which his next show would be held. He placed the urinal on it's side, writing only his signature on the bowl, and then proceeded to give it the same name of Fountain, and also call it Art.
What is art? is a question that has been challenged without recomp
Do you love meDo you love me7 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Do you love Beauty dont love me,
beacuse all in the world are more beautiful than me.
Do you love Money dont love me,
becuse all in the world are richer than me.
But do you love true love,
then love me becuse now one in the world love you more than me.
The crap...As the pressure builds up,The crap...11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I know the poo will fill a cup,
As I run up the stairs,
I don't think anybody cares,
As I sit to take my crap,
I fall asleep and take a nap,
As soon as I awake,
My bum begins to quake,
As the poo comes out,
As I finish my business,
I unload alot of stress
For You...I met you in a dream onceFor You...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We walked hand in hand
Along the gentle tide of the sea
As it caressed the soft warm sand
This was your dream
A place where you could be alone
But you welcomed me into your dream
As if it were my own
I heard you sing to me once
When my mind was in pain
Your voice soothed my aching muscles
And made me feel strong again
This was your song
One you could sing alone
But you shared with me the melody
As if it were my own
I saw your room once
Decorated in your own cute way
You showed me all your plushies
And made me smile all day
This was your home
Where you could be alone
But you welcomed me in
As if it were my own
And although it seems
That this is all a dream
I am glad for it
This joy I have is how a heart should feel
My heart dreams of you
My soul sings your praises
And the door to my house is open
This is my life
For too long I have been alone
But I offer to share it all with you
As if it were your own
Heart and Home, ch1Heart and Home, ch13 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
ApartOne day you look up to realizeApart4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Different people are by your side
Where are the old, familiar faces
Memories are all that're left
You don't even know their current address
You rub your temples and sigh
You never even got to say
Invictus - Chapter One - Tears of a Broken HeartInvictus - Chapter One - Tears of a Broken Heart3 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