A Day Less OrdinaryA Day Less Ordinary11 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was a day just like any other day, insofar as it was not actually any other day than that one, but was probably closely related to most of the others. On this day quite like many other days but not actually another day, James Francis walked down the street with his friend Sally.
The day to him seemed to be like most others. The sky was blue, as it usually was, the grass as always looked green and he found that he could breathe the air and live. As he walked he was going to remark to Sally how nice this day quite like any other day actually was when, to the ordinary day's surprise, something changed.
James fell unconscious to the floor. This could have been an ordinary happening, if not a regular one. However, the circumstances of it were not ordinary. A bowl of petunias had miraculously popped into existence some 40 feet above where they landed on James's head. No one but the Petunias noticed the sudden appearance until five seconds later as they crashed into James's head, with what
How Long Is ForeverHow Long Is Forever12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How long is forever?
How can it ever last?
How can we look so forward
Without looking at the past?
Does it bleed through day?
Does it weep at night?
Does it tear through emotion?
Does it really have much might?
I suppose it\'s real
Though I can never tell
They tell you they\'ll be there
And leave after the bell
Maybe it\'s the beauty
That\'s infinite in today
But their wisedom upholds all
And their exterior does decay
They say they will hold you
They say they\'ll never let go
You turn your back for a second
And they\'ve become someone you don\'t know
But how can there be forever?
If you just walk away?
Without even breathing a word
You just turn and leave me strayed
So until I find this \"forever\"
I will wander proudly alone
Never giving into this reality
Never having a proper home
Inner Strength part 11"How are we supposed to do that?" asked Ash, still in shock.Inner Strength part 118 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"You know just as well as I do, Ash," answered May.
"There has to be another way to do this besides sending kids into an HQ filled with people that want each of you dead. We should call the police or the army or something!" said Prof. Oak, freaking out that kids have to go on a suicide mission.
"We can't call the police," explained Max. "Remember when we told you how we ended up in jail?"
"I still don't understand that! None of you are old enough to even be in that jail. You and May should have been in Juvenile Hall if you actually did anything that bad," said Oak.
"That tells you something else," stated Brock. "It seems that Team Aqua can control everything the police does. Maybe Team Magma can too, for all we know."
"How is that possible? You can't just command all of the police departments," said Oak.
All these questions where spinning in Ash's head. Being turned into a Pikachu was a big thing when this all started, now th
Inner Strength part 1Inner Strength part 18 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Inner Strength- part 1
Okay, most of you know the characters of the story, but for the other characters, I'll tell you about them.
So the story goes, Ash, May, Brock, Max, and Pikachu are walking along the trail to the nearest city... Which is for some reason, is taking a long, long, long, long time.
"Boy, wonder why it's taking so long just to get to a one mile away city," said Ash.
"Maybe we went the wrong way?" said Brock.
"Hey! Maybe that's it!" shouted May.
It was a city, but it was a very odd city. There where some people, but they all just stood there, smiling, and the houses were all the same color. In fact, all the people had the same clothes, hair dew, and it even looked like they had the same smile! As Ash and the others walked closer to the town, they noticed that everyone was looking at them, weirdly.
"They look like people," said Max.
"I think they're breathing," said Ash.
"But why are they staring at us?" said May.
"Pikachu," said Pikachu on top of Ash's shoulder.
Inner Strength part 5Ash pulled his tail out of May's grip, ran out of the Pokecenter, and darted towards the forest with May right behind him. Brock and Max where still with Misty II and Pichu in the Pokecenter.Inner Strength part 58 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ash ran into a clearing right beside the Pokecenter, when Ray appeared right in front of him.
Ray waved away some of the blue smoke that was left behind from teleporting and looked at Ash. Ash looked at Ray and started to think to himself, This can not be happening.
"Hello, Ash," said Ray.
Ash looked back at the forest and thought about Pikachu.
"I don't have time for this!" shouted Ash and ran to the forest.
"Hey, wait! I have to br-," started Ray, but Ash was already running into the forest and completely forgetting about him.
Ray stood there for a second, thinking that Ash was going to fight him willingly. Then started walking towards the forest that Ash had just ran into.
May saw Ray walking towards the forest and saw his Team Aqua uniform, so she knew that he was going to hurt Ash. So, she tr
SignatureAnd how delicate you look,Signature7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the receeding light of evening,
laying undressed before my eyes.
Untainted and untaken,
the small sliver of a smile,
the mercury-sleek skin.
Languish in my presence,
on wings of heaven you'll ascend,
later time than now.
But for now, you ache for my craven hands,
the rough-smooth touch of a rougish lord.
And we'll see the night through.
Dawnlight soaks your slick moon-licked skin,
as I take the steps, silently, toward the door.
A stir from you, thunderous beating of my heart
almost befits my betrayal.
A hand-scrawled note, stuck with my favourite dagger,
impales the door.
Illegible scrawls, apart from one fine-lettered line;
"...And I love you."
The ink runs about the stab-wound to the door,
like fresh, warm blood.
I stalk from your desires,
you wake alone, in tears.
Memories of the night before;
no one else was dancing to your tune.
The banquet hall stands emptied of the night we met,
the music, the loudness, frivolity, gone,
as you drift aimle
Damaged goodsWhen every beat of your heart is resonatedDamaged goods8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
by the hollow rattling of an empty tin,
there's nothing there anymore.
No charitable souls to donate the time to broken toys,
no one wants the damaged goods, even though they're so,
I wouldn't, won't say outcast, just downcast,
see the broken toys, they're not that bad.
No one needs to love them, no one needs to have them,
to hold them, well, they just don't need it.
The rattle, within sounds off that something's broken,
some internal working that doesn't really matter,
but makes them imperfect.
Look, when the blood dries a little,
you can read what's carved into their foreheads,
damaged goods, isn't it?
No one can really tell, because no one gets close enough.
Ah, it doesn't matter, does it? I mean, they're only toys,
it's not like they have feelings, but, weren't they bleeding?
No, no, must have been a trick of the mind, see, they're silent.
Silent with those big, staring eyes, transfixed,
it seems like they're looking at you, doe
Nightshift. It's been a long hard night,Nightshift.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
working without sleep,
I was under the stars,
The same stars,
The same stars I want to show you.
Just appreciate, will you?
I try, I
Angels of wrathHarken black herald sings,Angels of wrath8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
come to me angel of nightwings,
soar through skies of tainted rage.
Let your mane of fire sweep across the skies,
turn cerulean, vermillion.
And burn, fire, burn.
Pour down from angered storm clouds,
call the spell of the squalls and typhoons,
draw fourth a maelstrom and destroy, destroy.
Show the world the wrathful destiny,
bring them kneeling to the flames of fervor.
And burn, fire, burn.
Bring after your vitriolic hate
an endless indigo darkness,
show the sorrowful forevers,
whisper from the vespers,
Bellephron rides again,
pegasi now darken.
Burn, fire, burn.
Show us ageless wrath,
angels of torment.
Bring us the Icarus effect,
for all must fall.
All must fall.
Burn, fire, burn.
Can I, please... ?I asked if I could have your heartCan I, please... ?6 years ago in Other More Like This
and you smiled, giving me no answer.
I asked if I could borrow your pretty eyes
for a little while, you told me they were mine.
Why did you cry when I took them?
I thought your heart was mine,
but why did it die
when I took it?
BeautySo umatched,Beauty8 years ago in General More Like This
Among the sights that mine eyes hath beheld,
Do thee take thy place. Indeed,
'T is most hard a task to dissern weither it be
The coffin that doest adorn thou,
Or doth thou adorn it?
If I shall be allowed to see this,
Of utmost beauty each day, indeed,
E'en for countless ages would I cause
Mine eyes to gaze upon thee,
Until my bones rot away,
And ho! My spirit shall be left to linger in this place
E'en unto the falling of the very heavens themselves.
So still do thee rest,
Free from Life's cruel and unrelenting torture..
'T shant be so, for one such as thee,
For mortality is mearly wasted upon thy soul,
Whose radience shall be caused to shine e'en when
All life, indeed all creation,
Is reduced to dust.
Oh lo! How tempting thee doth make death appear!
As if thou seeks to torment the living for that action alone.
Torment thou do,
For if i could hope to attain e'en the slightest fraction of what thou posses,
So perfectly eveloped in black, soft touch of lace, then i wou
Thread So busy trying to impress,Thread7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Giving you a piece of my soul on paper;
With my pen against white I press
Out the words I cant save for later
Im sorry it seems
Only poetry is the seam
Between us both,
I swear its not that, Doll.
The thread that keeps together our souls
Is much more than meter and rhyme,
Its much more than mere empty words
Placed one after another at the right time
But Im so busy trying to impress
Giving you a piece of paper with my soul
That Ive soon forgot
You never wanted
Me for the way I wrote.
Im sorry it seems
Like poetry is the seam
Between two souls
Lost in comforting ease
Of a love that works
Like a sewing machine.
Honey and WhiskeyShe's a voice like honey and whiskey,Honey and Whiskey8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
like the war on her lips,
she sings songs to me,
the ones we know,
the old ones,
the forever ones.
They last on, the memorised lines,
from ones who professed to love,
like we do, as we do, if we do.
You're smiling, so am I,
we should do this more,
You give me so much hope,
and you take it all again,
Trying my patience?
I can last,
Your voice, like honey and whiskey,
pours over me,
whispering, that voice, I succumb.
Take me again, like you did, like you do,
like you've loved me forever.
And I'm convinced.
Close my eyes,
click my fingers,
wish for home,
or anywhere I can be,
It's so hard letting go,
say goodbye again.
"Just let it go"
say the lonely ravens...
I just want to talk to you, again...
To have your voice of honey and whiskey,
pour forth into my soul,
bring me sugared intoxication,
sweet bitter poison that you are.
Now though, I know you lay in the arms of someone else,
someone else, som
Inner Strength part 4Before I start this chapter, I would just like to say that in this story, Pikachues, are mammals, so they don't lay eggs, and I'm sorry that this took so long. Thank you for your time. Enjoy the chapter!Inner Strength part 48 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Ray took off his hood.
"So, you do remember me," said Ray.
Ash looked at Ray's new mechanical arm. It looked just like the human bone structure, just metal and no open gaps. Every time Ray moved his metal arm, you could hear the gears moving and twisting to move to the right position.
Then, Ash remembered that Misty II had cut off his hand, not his whole arm.
Ray saw Ash looking at his new arm.
"Like it? Thanks to you and your Pikachu girl friend, I get to keep this baby! They had to take off my whole arm because it was already infected, but, the more the merrier," said Ray.
Ray flexed his new arm out to show Ash a little more detail, then, he brought up his metal fist and slammed it to the ground. When he picked up his fist, he had left a six inch deep and seven inches in diameter hol
God of the StreetStepping off a curb at night, ever felt the feeling?God of the Street7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Hair blown all over my face the the wind, sneakers hit the street.
crunch..crunch. the sound of leather moving. bike gloves, old bike gloves. blue. same that i used to
play in. good memories. fists slowly closing, a wrist-pop. then silence, the silence of the city. car
brakes, footsteps on sidewalk, people talking. but not here, somewhere else. trench-coat's blowing
behind me, haven't worn it in ages, must look a sight. the smells, car exaust fumes, traces of food,
coffee. somewhere else. i like how my breath is just smoke, bits of my life floating away. what do i
care. i see alotta signs, neon, billboards. selling stuff, selling lies. but thats only if you go into
buildings, out here, its real. 'swhy i'm out here, i feel free. freedom, 'sall i want. i'm not smart
like some people. they could make up alotta fancy words, about how they feel. me, i just like it out
here. nobody cares. heh, people say i growl too much, can't help it.
Bioshock: "Batch A177"[Dr. Eric Fitzgerald]Bioshock: "Batch A177"7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Huh... well, let's continue. September twenty-fourth. Our first implimentation of-"
[Loud screaming from the background, accompanied by muffled voices.]
"-Of the new Plasmid, Batch A177, met with failure after testing by one Marcus Mallorey, a volunteer test subject."
[More screaming from background.]
[Voice in background]
"Easy, easy, Mallorey! Don't try to move!"
"Oh God! Oh God help me!"
*Clears Throat* "Batch A177 has been nicknamed the "Houdini" plasmid, after the famous escape artist and magician. Testing began at 2:13pm, with simple objectives and outstanding results - the subject literally would burst into a gaseous cloud of free-roaming cell particles-"
[Second Voice in Background]
"-And resolidifies himself in another location. Earlier tests were... random in where the plasmid 'chose' to reassemble the subject, but Batch A177 permitted more efficient mental control over the ah, wel
Suicide and blissYour body shuts down;Suicide and bliss7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Youll feel fine,
I dont lie,
Blood, rushes through your veins
Suicide intoxicates your mind
Anachronistic kisses.Like the rain of shame, we fall..Anachronistic kisses.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Under storm clouds of forgotten sighs,
breaking forth from skies of rust.
With midnight tears, tinkling down, quiet now,
quiet now, so silent, like we all had stopped.
Still breath, white, puffing out in the chill,
spilling into sleepless, dreamless, endless nights, alone.
Where lonliness is solid, wrapping tight,
enfolding lonliness, killing romance within.
Anachronistic kisses, lying lips,
believers fall, the lovers leap, end of you, end of I.
Self torturing, self denying heart beats,
when our all is entrusted to another, another failing.
Trusted betrayal, and we're falling again into the deep,
Deepened darkness, the fall, but cast.
We bear their betrayal like a crucifix.
Bearing the burdens, suffering in silence.
Believing we deserve.
Reasoning unclarity, why must we do this to ourselves,
because we love too many?
Unreasoning we fight, words gushing forth like torrents and three, little, words,
enough to fell our armies, rend our armour to ash, brin
Raspberry streak. I sleep deepRaspberry streak.6 years ago in Other More Like This
out from the alarm clocks
The darkness of......I love you...The darkness of...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I read it,
a fellow poets line,
another something stolen,
I love you,
I love you.
I can't try and express,
You wouldn't believe me,
because in belief
so many lies.
I'm drunk while writing you this,
incoherent, I'm barely legible,
but in big letters,
scrawled across the page,
I love you.
I do, and always have.
Many, so many cliche's.
Can never love again,
heart broken too many times,
silence between us,
all this, the same.
I'm barely touching you,
a slight brush of clothes, on clothes,
you've no idea, have you?
They won't slip down, not tonight.
I can't do this.
Too drunk, too many feelings,
too confused, where am I?
I can't show you love now,
I can't. Or I won't.
Too scared, too much fear,
The dark I guess.
The darkness of your green, green eyes.
Staring, into the sun, blinded by your eyes of green.
It's almost like...Her golden-red hair falls in loose angel curls,It's almost like...8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
she's smiling in the artificial light,
makes her oh, so pale...
Honey, you look sick,
come to me, let me nurse you better.
Those made up eyes still haunt me,
the ghostly greys,
you know I can't stop staring.
You're beautiful, you know?
the painted smile I love so much.
Smile while you've got the energy, love,
come to me, let me nurse you.
The glasses give-away your darker side of life,
and your pale complexity.
The red-wine dress...
Can I drink from you?
Or can I just stare some more,
I see you in my dreams,
I'm too afraid to move...
But I want to hold you so badly.
I'm so scared of hurting you,
pale angel-curled girl,
but I long to kiss those,
ruby desiree lips
The smile you wear,
looks like it could break,
Would you burst into blossom,
if I broke your smile, with a kiss?
I have to stop here,
I simply can't breathe,
Through the hourglass.She looks like you, or you look like her,Through the hourglass.8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and they say deja-vu will be the end of the world.
When you find two hearts like one,
finding along the way.
To lose again, later.
When you wonder with nothing but staring,
staring into the hourglass,
estimating the remeaining time
(No one knows.)
Or no more snow
Somnambulistic iridescenceIs your world honestly so bleak?Somnambulistic iridescence8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you say that you lack, so much?
The basis of colour is light,
there must be light,
Do you see the sun, the stars, the moon?
This one, the one I've got here,
I'm looking for you,
cause you're lost again.
Come on, come to me,
you know I'm looking for you,
stop hiding from me.
Break free from your somnambulistic ways,
and come to me, here, with the torch.
See? I bring light for you,
not for anyone else, for you.
So stop, open your eyes,
I know it might dazzle you for a while
and you'll shy away,
but come on,
You know I'm patient.
So look around when your vision adjusts,
to my light, and see,
see what colours I bring!
See the iridescence I've poured forth into your bleak little world,
come, my beautiful somnambulist, you've slept long enough,
it's time for your metapmorphosis,
I'll protect you while you change,
sprout your wings,
I'll hold your hand while you test them,
look at the beautiful chroma,
the hues of your span.