This Time We'll Get It RightHis fingers shake with Im nervous. But he won't tell you a thing about his feelings. She's running through the grass and lying all over him. She wants to kiss him, again. Again. His lips are comforting, lip balm pink and their hers. Before he knows it she's off, her ripped jeans scream 'what I wouldn't do for you; he doesn't know if he should smile.This Time We'll Get It Right6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
She likes it best when he wraps his arms around her from behind, or the way he dances his fingers over her skin. Don't let go. She's challenging him, putting him into the light. Trust me. She thinks way too much, as he sprints past her hand in hand he knows this is what lifes meant to be like. She taught him that.
Responsibility. The cars passing see it as nothing; It's the moment that makes her day. He's kicking bright footballs; he's unpeeling his shield. She hates goodbyes, fear because he never learned how to fall and love and how to care for another person. She doesn't know when she will see him again, i
OverpopulationWhy The Earth Can No Longer Sustain Mankind.Overpopulation6 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
Overpopulation is an issue that is threatening the very survival of not just the human race but the earth itself and every living being that inhabits it. This might seem a little far fetched but this is true. Mankind is using the earths resources at a rate that isnt allowing the earth to create more of the supplies we require and as they deplete we search for more thus stripping the earth even more bare. The human race has become the global equivalent of a swarm of locusts destroying and devouring everything in their path. This is what humanity is doing to the earth and the simple reason this is happening is because there are too many of us.
The reason for our increase in population growth can be attributed to three main factors.
Firstly the life expectancy of the human has increased drastically. The average lifespan has doubled over the last centaury allowing more generations to live in the same time period. Creating a larger ag
wade liberation warwade liberation war11 months ago in Short Stories More Like This
Boy was about nineteen. A young man really, but his face made him look younger. Girl was younger, maybe fifteen, sixteen. Peter Bowen thought as he kept his distance considering the situation, studying the several people involved.
City of wade was under Arenian occupation for over three centuries now, and Arenian trackers seeking out mages to be drafted to their military force was hardly an unusual event. Most people who were learned in spellcasting kept their skills hidden, and their weapons were creatively concealed.
Still give it enough time and any trickery will stand revealed. Trackers were by now very skilled in noticing anything with engraved spellcasting spiral. A ring, a stick, the smallest of things. They knew what they were looking for.
This was what baffled peter as he studied the unfolding situation. Boy was blatantly wearing two short swords with the casting spiral boldly and prominently visible on their handles. Either he was a fool, of a foreigner who decide
Poster - MormorPeople are putting up posters of you. Their saying shit like "Richard Brook was a fake" and "Moriarty was real." It's annoying, to say the least.Poster - Mormor2 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I miss you, you bastard.
Jim stared at the text he got, feeling a mixture of humor, at how Sebby was annoyed by the posters, and sadness, remembering how painful it is to stay away from his lover for so long. He's been away for months before but that was business. Not that this wasn't business either, but it was business in which he could only stare at the texts Sebastian sent him with a heavy ice-cold heart and empty wishes to be able to text him back. But he couldn't. Not yet. He typed out a reply-
"I miss you too, pet.
and was tempted to send it. His thumb hovered over the send button but he shook his head and shoved his phone back in his pocket.
No. Not yet.
Look What You've DoneLook What Youve DoneLook What You've Done6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
This winter snow has barely fallen,
To blanket fields and tops of houses,
They walk around with sandals on,
With Capris and summer blouses.
This spring has brought much crop destruction,
As frost comes in between the blistering days,
And the nights bring snow and sleet and hail,
And the days bring tourist swimmers to the bays.
This summer has brought a hungry drought and more,
The animals are dying as are the trees,
Earthquakes hit the cities and towns aplenty,
While hurricanes strike us from the seas.
This morning I went for blueberries to pick,
Nothing but withered leaves could I find,
Slowly I stood and looked around at nature,
And I wondered, how could I have been so blind?
~Chelsea Stephen Wolf
131 And So It Goes131 And So It Goes11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And So It Goes
"In every heart there is a room,
a sanctuary safe and strong."
And I ran into this room
crying your name unto the heavens.
But these walls
were stronger than I imagined.
So with open arms
I threw myself to the ground
"To heal the wounds from lovers' past,
until a new one comes along."
The face I then saw
was not like yours at all.
A joyously miserable voice
came to me as I whispered your name.
I told it of those words
that made it you.
"I spoke to you in cautious tones,
you answered me with no pretense."
What you said to me then
I could never repeat.
I think maybe then
your voice was truer than my own.
So slowly these walls lowered,
and froze before I could truly know you.
"And still I feel I said too much.
My silence is my self
To Die a MartyrWhen the time comes for me to depart,To Die a Martyr8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
In peace I shall with a smile.
One thing is certain, I know in my heart,
My life was all worthwhile.
The pain endured was not in vain,
For God was watching me.
For what He saw, granted eternal gain,
Stored in Heaven… where I shall be.
Tiger - Mormor(?)Sebastian had long since gotten used to the nicknames Jim gave him, but that didn't mean he had to like them.Tiger - Mormor(?)2 years ago in Romance More Like This
"Pet" had to be the worst one. Jim only ever used it for the most meaningless tasks. "Pet, make me tea.", "Pet, we're out of spaghetti."
"Pet, my experiment went horribly wrong, come clean it up for me." Jim's voice echoed from the kitchen, as if to prove his point.
Sebastian sighed and stood up from his place on the couch to get a mop. He entered the kitchen to see some sort of bubbling, radio-active green mass on the white tile floor. He looked around to see that Jim already fled the crime scene. He turned back to the thing in front of him, wondering if a mop would even be the right tool to use for something like this. He shrugged and used it anyway, trying to ignore how the mop started to turn green. "Shit Jim, what the fuck did you do?"
Although the nicknames did annoy him to no end, he had one that he preferred over all
Heartbreak HillThe bitter cold, the rising damp,Heartbreak Hill5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tears the whole world right through
The hunting pack, the baying wolves,
Are all coming after you.
Better run to Heartbreak Hill
The sleeping dawn, the reason why,
Never seem to be clear
The warming hugs, the smiling face,
Always just disappear.
Better run to Heartbreak Hill
The angels breath, the wings in flight,
Fly away upon the sky
The blazing sun, the pitch black night,
Both are going to be nigh.
Better run to Heartbreak Hill
Since on Heartbreak Hill you played when you were young,
With your friends; the golden grass now picks up tears
That you cry onto the ground; but worry not
This childhood place will stem the pain
Get you back up to love again
So youd better run to Heartbreak Hill
The Little MermaidThe Little Mermaid9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
horribly tangled in the net
of he who had fallen into the sea.
As she caught him,
breathed life through his lips,
cradled him toward the moon,
the breezes of the ocean sang
a melody of mourning.
Dawn found him on the beach,
a supposed dreamer.
She curled around herself.
No number of pearls could slow
the river of tears that mingled
salt to salt with the ocean
while she sang haunted songs
for the color of his eyes.
The tide grew with her longing,
but could only lap at his toes
as he stood on the shore and searched
for a kingdom under the sea.
She traded her voice
for legs and was silent.
The sea roared for her
as it washed her ashore.
He found her
and carried her
and smiled at the life in her eyes
but yearned for the ocean.
A barely remembered sparkle of scales.
A press of lips and flow of salty air.
Each morning he slipped away
to stand deep in the water
while she watched from his window.
New lakes formed in her eyes.
The Three MissionariesThe Three Missionaries5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Missionary's Drawing
His eyes are lingering on the bloodstained floor and he wonders just how much of it is left inside him. He should be afraid. In fact, it's what his captors want -- but he is holding fast to his faith. They demand him to refuse his Father's name. It infuriates them so for them to see him take strength in something they do not understand. Because, really, we most fear the things we cannot grasp. It's the unknown that scares a small child when he says there may or may not be a monster beneath his bed or hiding in the darkness. Not that there is one: That there may be. He can see the uncertainty in these men's eyes: There may be a God hiding somewhere and when He finds them, what happens then?
He doesn't hate them. He pities them. Each time they dunk his head under water or beat him with a whip, cut off his fingers, he prays for them. He prays that they be forgiven. They are ignorant, afraid, children in the shells of gruff men. They don't know what they're
Hostage Of Your Own CreationI want you so muchHostage Of Your Own Creation3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that I creep you out;
I love you too much
that, you shouldn't doubt
I should express my love differently
seeing as I frighten you,
so stop giving me sympathy
I do get a little obsessed
that's 'cause you're hard to forget...
Can you stop being repulsed by me?
My love for you is obvious
it won't ever be heartless
But you don't appreciate that...
you think I'm a freak,
it's a well known fact
Don't be scared, baby
just love me effortlessly
like you did before things got crazy
so I know you really loved me
My poisonFrom the moment I saw you, I was strickenMy poison5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A tingling chill rushed down my spine
When you approached and first spoke,
I was stupid with awe, and stuttered.
The very air around you is lighter
And the scent you carry so sweet.
I secretly admire everything about you
And silently wish you were mine.
I promised myself the next time
I have the very rare privledge of
Speaking to you angel, I would say:
"When you get close to me, I cant breathe
Because my lungs constrict and give out.
The way you smell, is like a poison to my system,
A drug that I cant get enough of.
When you speak, its like when lightening
Strikes sand and produces flawless crystal.
A beautiful and priceless creation to me.
I'd tell you that if you were mine,
I'd give you every posession, and that
Every nook and cranny in my heart belongs to you,
And only you."
The ball is in your court love,
And I patiently and eagerly await your response.
John's BirthdaySherlock lay on the couch, his hands steepled under his chin, thinking. Tomorrow was John's birthday. They should celebrate. But how? A few ideas came to mind. He could throw a party. No, he thought. Sherlock didn't like parties; they were to noisy, too many things happening all at once. A party was crossed out on his mental list. They could go to the cinema. No, they tried that once before when they went on a date and John got annoyed at him for predicting what would happen. They also got thrown out because he was being too loud. Cinema got crossed out. They could go out. No, they went out too often, it wouldn't be special. Going out was crossed out. He could go buy a cake and just have a quiet night in. No, he can't buy a cake and hide it from John on such short notice. Buying a cake was crossed out. He could bake a cake. It can't be too hard. Just follow the recipe and it should turn out fine, right? Right. Baking a cake it is then. But what flavor? Maybe he could do a marble cake,John's Birthday2 years ago in Romance More Like This
The Paper FlowerI sit and wait in my golden towerThe Paper Flower5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
As my strength grows weaker by the hour
At midnight blooms a paper flower
Its radiance holds a mysterious power
Gazing out the window of my mighty spire
I only view the poisonous brier
Its limbs cannot be burned with fire
And its thorns grace is most dire
Rays of sun reflect and prance
Performing the ritual fire dance
One would not guess with a single glance
That they stood no chance
By dawn the bloom will die
And a single tear I will cry
For none other would try
To reach the place where I lie
My story will be told in the bards song
And my brier will weaken the strong
My heart and soul bound too long
To this place without a voice, without a throng
Im still breathing, forever reeling
With the vigor of the flowers healing
But I cannot shake this feeling
That, my soul, this is stealing
For none will reach this place
I will know not their embrace
And the flower unable to grace
Forever tranquil in its porcelain vase
101- BooksIf Sherlock Holmes were to write a book, he'd call it Yellow.101- Books2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Yellow because of John Watson.
John Watson was yellow, happy, bright as the sun. John Watson was Sherlock's sun, his heart, his soul.
John was his near, his far, his sky, his ground. John was the anchor that kept Sherlock Holmes grounded, kept him from falling apart like a piece of glass crunched beneath a combat boot.
Because John was his best friend, his lover. John was like a something that Sherlock would like to take, examine and press between the pages of William Shakespeare's Othello.
Because when John smiled, Sherlock felt yellow. He felt like it was filling him up with light, from his toes to his head- through his thin fingers and across his eyes. Because love to Sherlock Holmes was yellow; the mathematics of love the length from John's fingers to his shoulder, and the rhythm of his heart. Because no one understood Sherlock like John, like the shore to the sea. With John, Sherlock was under siege, and he loved
God, I'm sorryDear God,God, I'm sorry4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The pain I feel
Is most definitely real
Even if I don't want it to be.
The hurt I know
The rejection is I sense
Is part of my being.
I keep drifting off
Holding on to things I shouldn't
Never giving it up to You.
God, I'm truly happy.
And I thank you for that.
But I know something isn't right.
God, I have hate in my heart.
It's towards the person that taught me it.
And I want it to leave.
God, I let people use me.
I just forgive them and they say they love me.
So how come they just hurt me?
God, I feel beaten by lies.
I run towards the truth but they trick me.
Its making me fall.
God, I don't know what to do.
And instead of holding on to this
I'm giving it up to You.
I've watched You help me more than once
Yet at times I feel as if I walked away
Please forgive me because I want to stay
Lord, help me to be stronger
Please hold my hand on this journey
And please never let it go.
SuicideSuicide9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you happiness
As I point the gun at my head
As I tighten my finger over the trigger
I wish you love
As I shed my last tears
As I think my last thoughts
I wish you peace
As I feel my heart beat quicken
As I feel the chaos still around me
I wish you hope
As I see my dreams shatter
As I feel the despair of my heart
I wish you life
As I give in to my pain
As I greet death
LoveLove,Love7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Is wanted and needed,
Like the falling rain.
It completes you,
It doesn't die,
It'll make you cry.
What I breathe for,
What's worth waiting?
This game of baiting?
You can't escape,
You can't deny it,
You can't ignore,
Or try to forget.
Every waking moment,
Every beat of the heart,
Everything you do,
For love from the start.
Find it within you.
Find it soon,
Find it in the shadows,
Of the fading moon.
God vrs SatanYou are standing at the edge of a bridgeGod vrs Satan4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Wondering if your life was meant to be
What you don't know
Is that there is a spiritual battle happening
Prepares his troops for battle
They grab there swords and shields
They put on there helmets
They stand in a orderly fashion
One by one they march
There battle is meant to save you
And make the enemy lose
Prepares his troops for battle
They grab whatever they have
There axes and swords
There shields that are covered with hate and pain
There hearts are stirring for revenge
They run towards the battlefield
This is there war
Tears are streaming down your face
Your thoughts are so confusing
You don't know what you should do
Is this the right choice?
He stands strong
His army is ready
He has prepared them for this
Michael the Archangel draws out his sword
This battle is not for them
It is for the child of Christ
He lets out a evil laugh
God thinks He can defeat him
Oh no not this time
He yells out the orders to the de
it is always...It is always a lonely nightit is always...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Without my arms around you
It is always a silent night
Without our words wrapped around each other
It is always an empty night
Without our bodies entwined
It is always a crazy night
When you are here by my side
It is always a wondrous night
When I am not alone
It is always a lonely night
When you are not here
4- Scary4] Scary4- Scary2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Jim Moriarty gets lost in his mind sometimes. There are just so many fucking rooms in his palace, sometimes the doors lock of their own accord and he'll be just sitting, watching the screen of his laptop, inputting binary code and suddenly he'll be trapped. Sometimes it's a pleasant escape, but most it's quite annoying.
He's scared Sebastian quite a few times, though.
Seemed to think he was never coming back.
And maybe one day, he won't.