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 Right7 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
Sunlit fieldsSunlit fieldsSunlit fields8 years ago in General More Like This
I remember your laugh most of all. I don't hear that laugh enough these days but the memory is always fresh within me. I remember that laugh because it was without cynical cleverness...it was pure. What caused you to laugh...that I don't remember. Was I being witty, or clever or simply pontificating in some self-righteous manner? I don't know nor do I well care because whatever it was it gave me the gold I wanted. The Spindle Top of human joy. The laugh pierced all the pain and anger you hid and allowed your immortal soul to peer out into the world, to breathe the air of freedom.
Legions of men will tell you of your beauty for you are beautiful. But have they spent the time to learn who you are? Have they learned your moods, how to read your thoughts in your choice of words, the subtle variations of your silence? Quiet strength.
Once the crest of the hill is reached, will the valley below be barren and ash ridden or will it be sunlit fields? Will the lark rise in the morn
The Silence of the Dark NightThe Silence of the Dark Night HoursThe Silence of the Dark Night8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Innocent and brave; lay down your head. You can sleep now. I will watch over you. The terror and the demons are powerless and cannot touch you. You may dream the dreams of a different yesterday. You may return to a time that never was and laugh.
The innocence that was never allowed to be has been restored to you. You may pick up the toy and play in the dirt without fear or harm or shame. The mud-pies and dragonflies and pretty flowers are yours. All the world is fresh and new and filled with magic and beauty and fun. I will watch over you.
Your dirty feet curl on the bed with only the toy bear as your companion. The clean fresh linen cradles your head. Exhausted and free content you may sleep. I will watch over you. You may dream of tomorrow and the excitement it will bring.
When you awake there will be no demons and no terror. Aurora, the dawn-star, will hold your hand and guide you into the new day. I will watch over you.
From this day until t
OverpopulationWhy The Earth Can No Longer Sustain Mankind.Overpopulation8 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
He who hesitates is lostShe's standing at the edge of the world, and it's your fault. She's somewhere high above it all, with the ocean spread like a map beneath her feet, and she's waiting. You're so near to her, but so far away; the focus bleeds in and out. You could be dreaming.He who hesitates is lost6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
She looks the same as when you last saw her, all those months ago. She's alone, but she's not lonely, and her back is facing you, her gaze reaching out to sea. She's perfectly still the only motionless thing in a world full of blurs. A light summer dress is all she's wearing, even though it's winter both inside and out. In her hands is a box of memories. It's not going to be there for much longer.
The wind tangles its fingers through her hair, lapping at her fringe and pulling it gently back from her face. You can't see her eyes from where you are, but you remember them. Oh, how you remember them. As bright as the sky that soars overhead, and as alive as the ocean that sprawls beneath her. They could tell you wha
DiferenteMe contemplo en el espejo,Diferente5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Se que soy igual a ti,
Nada extraño en mí reflejo,
Mas tú no lo ves así.
Tú me miras cual enfermo,
Un humano en perdición,
Mas no merezco yo este infierno,
No escogí ser lo que soy.
Todos somos diferentes,
No lo puedes comprender?
Ningún daño te he causado,
Igual debes responder.
Mas tus puños he sentido,
En tus ojos hay rencor,
Las palabras más hirientes,
Has lanzado sin temor.
Mis lamentos te divierten,
Odio hay en tu corazón,
No hay ayuda alrededor.
Y alguien dice ser mi amigo,
Aceptarme como soy,
Pero un muro nos separa,
Yo del otro lado estoy.
Te han llamado tolerante,
Eres una inspiración,
Orgulloso te has sentido,
Yo no entiendo la razón.
Se tolera algo molesto,
Un insulto o el dolor,
Tolerar a una persona,
No es rechazo el día de hoy?
Estoy harto de prejuicios,
De ser una decepción,
De miradas de reproche,
Hase und Tiger GeschichteDie Geschichte vom kleinen Hasen und vom kleinen TigerHase und Tiger Geschichte5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Es war einmal ein Hase. Der ging eines Tages spazieren und verirrte sich dabei im Wald. Er war noch sehr jung und schwer krank. Er hatte sich von zuhaus fortgeschlichen und sah das erste Mal die große, weite Welt, auch wenn der Weg für ihn sehr beschwerlich war. Dennoch war er froh darüber, gegangen zu sein. Bisher hatte man ihn nie vor die Tür gehen lassen. So konnte er die frische Luft einatmen. Und die Erde unter seinen Pfoten spüren. Und die Geräusche des Waldes hören. Er war glücklich. Schließlich entschied er sich dazu, den Berg, auf dem der Wald lag, bis ganz nach oben zu klettern. Wenn er das schaffen würde, so dachte er bei sich, dann würde er alles schaffen können.
Auf dem Weg aber sprang plötzlich ein junger Tiger aus dem Gebüsch. Erschrocken blieb der Hase stehen. Der Tiger knurrte ihn an und fletschte die Zähne. Dennoch stutzte er, denn normaler
i trust you to know.if i could crack my ribs apart at the sternum, id let you dip your fingers beneath the bleached bones.i trust you to know.6 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
there isnt anyone else id trust enough to not be impatient. there isnt anyone else id trust to not simply cut through the brittle, snarled vines encasing my heart. but i trust you. i trust you to see that the vines need to be unwound layer by layer. i trust you to see that to cut to the quick would only bleed me out. i trust you to know that i cant bear to stain the carpet yet again.
i trust you to see that the thorns are embedded deep, the insecurities tangled with the nervous laughs, that im biting my lip to keep it from trembling, that my palms are bird wings fluttering around my throat to keep the oxygen flowing.
i trust you to see.
and if i balk, if i run terrified back into the thicket, i trust you to follow me quietly, not burying a bullet in my flank, but luring me out with open hands and gentle eyes.
oh, because cant you see? i&
Look What You've DoneLook What Youve DoneLook What You've Done8 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
72. Insomnia - JohnlockJohn lay awake in bed, an all too familiar violin screeching downstairs. Of course, it wasn't actually screeching, but at three in the morning it might as well be. Now if it had been in the afternoon or sometime that wasn't in the middle of the night, the violin would be quite pleasant.72. Insomnia - Johnlock4 years ago in Romance More Like This
He squeezed his eyes shut and held his pillow up against his ears. The action was futile, he knew from doing so several times before. Upon realizing that it still wouldn't work he let go of the pillow and opened his eyes with a sigh. He kicked off the blankets and stood up, walking over to the door of his room. He opened it up just enough to poke his head out and yelled, "Would you keep it down! Some people are trying to sleep!" He tried his best to sound threatening and angry but it only came out as tired and groggy and not intimidating at all. The sound of the violin paused for a moment and John thought that he finally got through to him. Unfortunately he didn't and the screeching continued. John sigh
The Paper FlowerI sit and wait in my golden towerThe Paper Flower7 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
Would you understand?If only you could seeWould you understand?9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The demons of my past that haunt me,
If only you could hear
The shadows of those who laugh at me,
What would you say
To the situations that made me.
Would you understand where I have been?
The pain I have been through.
My life is easy, yes, it's true.
But these demons of darkness,
Screaming in my mind,
Telling me to give up,
It's not enough to have hope,
Not with the constant clouding
Of all my fears alive.
18. Flowers - MerryxPippinFlowers18. Flowers - MerryxPippin4 years ago in Romance More Like This
Merry stared at the flowers he bought with an embarrassed blush spread across his cheeks. He couldn't believe he actually bought flowers of all things. It wasn't any of his friends' birthdays either, not that it was weird to give a gift among hobbits if there were no special occasions. Rather, it was for Pippin.
For some reason, he got the strangest idea to tell Pippin his true feelings, how much he truly loved his dear friend. It seemed like a good idea at the time. After all, they've been the best of pals all their lives. But now that he thought about it, he didn't want to lose that friendship if his feelings weren't returned.
It was too late now He was already in front of the other hobbit's door and he already knocked on the light wood. Maybe, just maybe, he could turn around and leave before - Pippin opened the door and smiled at the sight of Merry. Just before Pippin opened the door completely Merry quickly hid the bouquet behind his back, though it did no help to hi
wade liberation warwade liberation war2 years 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 - Mormor4 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.
DemonThere's anger in my heartDemon6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Am I becoming,
Something I don't want to be?
Like the poison air we breathe
There's fire in my eyes
And red paint on the walls
I don't want to be a demon
There's anger in my veins
And I only wish
To break and to destroy all things
Make it so no sunlight sings
There's glass down on the floor
And a growl on my tongue
I don't want to be a demon
There's anger in my mind
A scream on the air
That freezes the voice of the wind
Like the darkest of all sins
There's boiling in my blood
While it's on my hands as well
I DON'T WANT TO BE A DEMON
Dance Dance - SherlockSebastian and Jim were at a bar, celebrating their victory over the last case. Sebastian could hold his liquor reasonably well, but later in the night he found he actually couldn't hold his liquor, and he actually dropped it all over the floor. At this realization he only giggled and took another sip of his beer.Dance Dance - Sherlock4 years ago in Humor More Like This
And then, Dance Dance by Fall Out Boy started to play on the radio in the background in the bar and Sebastian jumped up excitedly, nearly losing his footing. "Oh shit, I love this song!" He cried to the rest of the drunk people in the bar and Jim, who was only a little tipsy and the radio that was only background music earlier got cranked up. Sebastian started singing along with the song just as they hit the chorus, nearly butchering the song in his drunken state.
He even attempted to get on a table and start dancing, but soon found out that gravity decided that the ground was a much better place to be right then. He bobbed his head to the music and danced around on the floor
The Little MermaidThe Little Mermaid11 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.
Deaths Diary (Entry 12)Deaths Diary (Entry 12)4 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
What is it that frightens you? After all this time, I hardly need to tell you that there is no need to be afraid of me. However, I would like to explore the concept of fear. The ideas and the effects it has, if you'll permit me. Don't misunderstand me, fear has its benefits and it can be necessary. A man without fear is a fool. But there are some things that you humans fear that you just don't need to, like me.
So why do you humans fear me? I think the correct way to answer that is to explain why children fear the dark, or certain humans are afraid of any form of god or deity. Some humans are afraid of the future why? Because the one thing humans fear most is that which they do not know or understand. You fear the dark because you don't know what lies within. You fear me because you do not know what fate awaits you after me. You fear the future because you do not know what will happen to you. You fear God because you do not know him and you cannot study him. It i
To Die a MartyrWhen the time comes for me to depart,To Die a Martyr9 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 Heavenů 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(?)4 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