EmbraceI want to feel you.Embrace5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Take me away.
Everything is dark.
Show me where to go.
Take me in your arms.
Let us escape.
Our life is fresh.
An eternity awaits.
Our love is forever.
I need you.
You need me.
Nothing can stop us.
We are one.
Statues in the Dark.Statues in the Dark.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm lying again.
my hips are burning and I
shouldn't have but boy,
did I and it felt so BAD.
everything is good, though, for the
knobby-kneed soccer mom girls who
won't love, because they commit instead.
It's not so awful after all, living in
the land of smiles and
little kids without broken boys
on chandeliers and lovely girls with
hate in their fingers
(I will tear you apart and
grind your bones against
mine but it's just another
nothing because that's
how it will always be with
you and we won't see
each other again)
I will lie awake and intertwine your pinky with
mine because that's all
that I can bear to touch anymore
they haven't loved and
listened to beautiful liars
tell them that they're
flawless yet or heard
those noises in the night
of those who own it.
you have a lot to learn and a lot to lose
and you're going to hate but you won't LISTEN
The night beat you to covering your body in black,
and once again you're terrible at ending things.
The Spartan II ProgramChapter 1- Spartan II ProgramThe Spartan II Program8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Covenant-Human war had ended. The false Covenant Prophet of Truth had been slain, the Ark lay in ruins and the Humans were at peace with the remnants of the Covenant. Though peace had been declared tensions were still high amongst the human remnants, aside from the scars of battle the UNSC had another problem left to resolve. The Spartans.
With the war behind them the UNSC had little use for their advanced super soldiers. With political pressure from UNSC leaders and even greater pressure from the ethical extremists in the public Dr Catherine Hasley was fighting an up hill battle to protect her beloved Spartans.
The elderly members of the UNSC war council sat at the raised desk before the military court. Each council member wore their military dress uniforms, their chests overflowing with medals of Honour, bravery and courage. They glared down at the two humans standing before them. On the right stood Dr. Catherine Hasley,
Broken heart.....To you i gave my heart and love,Broken heart.....9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But you tore them apart,
And broke me like glass in your feet,
Shatered my hopes of a joyfull life...
Why??i ask from the night and form the stars shining bright,
As i lay in the dark waiting for death sweet release which shall never come...
Blooded tears run from my blooded eyes,
Why did you do it??oh did you broke me??...
I seal away into the darkness eternal,
There i shall rot away with the pain of my broken heart,
I hope not to be saved,Only restored,
Shall i truly be happy again??,
I do not know,Ido not hope
I only griev for the rest of my shatered life......
Hear these pained words my angel of silver light
Take me away into a place of no pain
In your arms my angel,I finally rest away in death,
Heart torn but still beating in your hand,
Shall you forever keep your silver wings around my beaten form and never leave,
i need your echoing voice t
Rekindling the Fire-Chapter 4Rekindling the Fire-Chapter 44 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I feel a slight breeze ruffle the hair that lies across my face. I sigh, not wanting to open my eyes. My eyelids feel heavy. I let them open halfway. I look down at my body and see I am fully dressed. I raise my eyebrows, "Was it a dream?" I wonder aloud. I push back the covers and then attempt to sit up. The pain is immediate. I feel tears in my eyes for a split second. "Nope, definitely reality." I whisper and stand, slowly.
I take slow steps to the door and see the evident signs of Peeta. The window is wide open; and there is a tray of tea on the dresser with a small loaf of bread. I smile to myself and make my way to the bathroom and when I emerge, he is sitting on the bed, smiling at me.
"Hey, sleepy head." He pulls me into his arms as he says this. I feel his warm hands rubbing my back, "Have a nice night?" He whispers in my ear, playfully.
I bat at his arm and pull away, "No, I actually didn't," When his face falls, I smile and grab his hand, "I had an amazing night."
The Cat Returns 2 Ch2Chapter 2The Cat Returns 2 Ch27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Haru found herself floating high above the clouds on what appeared to be a cushion made of gray cats. They were all running on the air as easily as they might a field of lush grass, and with the same speed. Having gone through this kind of ordeal before, Haru wasnt all that frightened by the height or the speed of the cats. Rather, she was far more concerned about why she had been abducted again at all and whose bed of cats this was in the first place. Last time it was to marry Prince Lune, but since the Prince had become King now, there really was no point.
At least thats what she said to herself.
Also atop the cats in front of her was a single black cat sitting up on its hide legs and looking out over the horizon ahead of them. Haru was about to speak when the cat turned round and stared at her with eyes glazed over with a bluish tint.
Thats when she realized this was no ride sent from PrinceKing Lune.
Harus bag was propped up against the wall
n00b form letters. -fuckspeakDear Sir/Madame,n00b form letters. -fuckspeak9 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
You are receiving this letter due to your remarkable inability to type in a comprehensible language, and your subsequent soiling of the _****_ forum. Those with mental disabilities, and those who learned English as a foreign tongue notwithstanding, one should never allow oneself to look quite so ignorant as you recently did. Should this embarassing and insulting bastardization of the written word continue, a sound pwning will be in order.
ShikaxIno - Shika's true loveShikaxIno - Shika's true loveShikaxIno - Shika's true love8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Tell me Shikamaru!!
NO!! Shikamaru sighed. Ino just give it up already!!! Im not going to tell you who i like!!!
Come on please??? Tell me Shika-kun!!
I told you no didn't I?? Ino really wanted to know who he liked because she really wanted to do all she could to make him happy and she did not know why.
Please please Shika I could help you!!!! PLEASE SHIKA!!!!!!
OK!! Alright alright GAWD!!! Just shut up!! She nodded. Promise you won't laugh and you'll help me all the way. She nodded again and put her hand to her heart. He sighed heavily. What a troublesome girl she is.. He thought one girl was pretty hot but could he trust Ino? Of course I can!! As if answering his own question.
Well?? Come on spit it out!! Shikamaru put his finger to his lips. Oh sorry..
Her name is Temari. Ino felt kinda let down. But still she was determined to carry out her promise.
She totally likes you Shika!! Shikamaru raised an eyebrow. Well
The Cat Returns 2 Chapter 3Chapter 3The Cat Returns 2 Chapter 37 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Haru had never been a fighter, and though she felt trapped she let her good judgment guide her and decided simply to follow the cats wherever they took her. Every so often she would glance around at the cats, all with the same glowing blue eyes that the black cat in front had and all bearing cat sized spears, things she had no intention of finding out if they could actually wield. There seemed to be no real difference between any of them save their colours, which she didnt suspect mattered when it came right down to it.
It was a long walk; Haru hadnt had to walk this far during her first visit, though she suspected that that was because she wasnt riding in a cart.
The scenery had changed very little since her last visit to the Kingdom of Cats. The fields of grass were tall and the most perfect shade of green she had ever seen, the sun was still perched at high noon, casting its brilliant stare down upon the somehow moist earth, and clouds drifted slowly, laz
Trudity ITrudity8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
"Just got out of the shower."
"I can see that."
"You ever have one of those days where you really just enjoy being naked?"
Fred.There once was a young man called Fred,Fred.9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Who had a great hole in his head,
His Mum was a cat,
Who constantly sat,
In the hole,
To make sure she was fed.
The Yearning..Take me from this place I seeThe Yearning..5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
So profound in its complexity
Confusion rampant in my mind
Seeking still, but will I find?
Honesty drawn from deep within
To shield my heart from what is sin
Dark shadows fall to cast aside
To contemplate, but yet abide
I yearn for who I used to be
Filled with hope and so carefree
A strength apparent in every step
With stories told and memories kept
Upon the ground I kneel once more
To count the cost of what's in store
My prayers unanswered to this day
I beg, I plead, once more I pray
Tempered platitudes upon my tongue
To scream unheard to old and young
I quench my need to end it all
Before I take this endless fall
Again, I heed my inner voice
To stand again, and make a choice
To rid me from this place I see
This place of stifling perplexity..
Fairy TaleOnce upon a time they sayFairy Tale5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There lived a girl in Santun Bay
She was once a sweet girl, kind and pretty
But now poor and homeless, more's the pity.
It all started a few years ago,
this girl's piteous tale of woe.
Before she was a woman grown,
She lost all she'd ever known.
Her parents died in a house fire,
And with them gone her life grew dire.
She grew up begging on the streets
And never had enough to eat.
She learned to cheat and lie and steal,
Would do anything for one good meal.
So when she came across a man
Who offered food, she never ran.
She took his proffered arm instead,
And was led to an inn where she'd be fed.
And when the bountiful meal was done,
She was once again inclined to run.
But now he took HER by the arm,
And promised her he meant no harm,
But would she be so kind to sit
And speak with this poor old man a bit?
So she sat back down, quite nervous now
And listened as he told her how
He came to be in this small town.
Listening, she began to frown -
This man spoke of wond
SeasonIn the somber autumn silence theres a song upon the breezeSeason6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Pouring from the amber forest, like a symphony of trees
Can you hear how they are singing?
Through those sanguine pillars ringing
Natures requiem is soaring, roaring up in full reprise
Its a chorus of the dying; its a choir of the damned
And the death-knells ringing out lament their passing close at hand
Can you hear the leaves are falling?
Can you hear their spirits calling?
Their enthralling anthem falters as they force their final stand
Now the final leaves are plucked away by winters whipping wind
All the colors of the forest slowly by the snow worn thin
Though by mist and cold encumbered
Thrive does nature here, not slumber
Midst a vast and frozen wasteland life refuses to rescind
Down from leaden sieves it drifts and paints the ground in pallid hues
Alabaster mist so fine it into everything intrudes
Not a death, a resurrection
Natures renaissance through flexion;
Fourteenth of the SecondI will always hate the second month of the year. I will hate all of its twenty-eight days, its twenty-ninth whenever a leap year comes along, even today, the fourteenth. I hate this month so much that I will not even speak its cursed name, for it is the month in which my world was transported from Earth to Hell.Fourteenth of the Second6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
I know today isnt meant to be a day of hate. I know its meant to be the opposite. I know its meant to be the celebration of ultimate affection to one another. But I cannot feel like that, not when everything I had cared for all my life had vanished in an inferno that was beyond human comprehension.
A week has passed, but the carnage has continued.
Im standing in the wreckage of my house. Like all the houses in our street, and in most of the town, what are left are just razed ruins. I make my way through what used to be the hallway, finally stumbling across the kitchen. Mum used to do a lot of baking here. She used to tease my terrib
Death in the BoondocksDeath in the Boondocks9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your violent facade is fading.
you walk the edges of town and make
misery feel like malt liquor, hard and hazy
and painfully addicting.
you carry a loaded semi-automatic and preach
the wickedness of gun violence. you feel weighted and
sunk to the bottom of the Charles.
in the South, the streets crumple and you feel
violently double-crossed by the dead weight
of morning as you sit in your car and watch the city bleed.
at Quincy, the rows of 4th of July ribbons deride you
as you stumble by; the air is bubbling and you
don't have any more legs to stand on.
it's a hot morning and Harvard is gray as dust.
it is hateful irony that the red streamers remind you
of blood rather than bliss.
you are a hooligan, and the hot steel is barbed wire
next to your skin. how many days has it been since you slept?
it doesn't matter, you know the real reason you carry that gun.
you always laughed at irony, even if it wasn't funny. you
laugh hysterically now, down at the end of the docks, the morning
A Licence To KillShe smiled fondly at the past, inviting it closer to clutch desperately at the times when everything seemed forever. Glancing up she saw an old toy horse. It spoke of years of playful torture at her hands, the strands of hair that made a glorious mane and handsome tail were long gone. Worn patches remained as a lasting testimony to hair that had long ago been loved off.A Licence To Kill5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Here in this sterile place her life was summarised into a few objects. And People. Her eyes fell on her husband, staring down at her. Pictures hung casually from the walls.
That time she'd slipped through a barrier of riot police to snap an award winning shot of carnage.
The day she climbed a foreign mountain in wind and rain because the sky looked better from up high.
I'm scared she confessed this silently, her voice failing her as it so often did now. His smile didn't crease as he pressed a cool hand against her smooth forehead.
'But you're stronger than anyone I know.' He reminded her and kneeling f
Breaking Free for Love-100 T.Breaking Free for Love-100 T.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we sleep where the sun worships your touch,
where the moonbeams
and midnight silhouettes
and words disappear
beneath the strokes of your fingertips painting skin.
was that promise true, my love?
the one you grazed
across my neck at dawn?
you light up my fantasies with kisses
as you catch my eye
with two whispering looks,
and i guess i must have lingered
Let Us PrayA priest intones the massLet Us Pray6 years ago in Open More Like This
to silent stones
and wandering angels.
Head bowed in silence.
Fingers worry at
A rosary for the lost.
An audience of Saints
Hear my prayer.
disjointed lovers--cshe wears her hair in her eyesdisjointed lovers--c5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and hides her teeth
she calls them,
with a flair in the front)
behind the palms of her hands.
and it drives him crazy
because when she laughs,
she covers it with a cough
and she never raises her voice.
of weeds in the crooks of his elbows
and stars in the depths of his grin,
but he just doesn't understand her.
she cries over wilting roses
and dissects teddy bears for the stuffing inside,
but she never searches for a heart in the mess.
she never searches for love,
and he wonders if maybe
she doesn't realize that she should.
He laughs at the graveyard of teddy bears
as he holds her in his arms, trying to
understand all of her whispers.
Wanting her to notice him differently
(through love-struck eyes and
But he notices the tears she
fails to hide underneath her bangs
and the ways
she constantly hides her unique
and lovely teeth from his gazes.
He wants to give her all his
Love Poem:12"you will regret feelings so exquisite" -H. L. HixLove Poem:125 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can regret it in capital letters
because we are born with our emotions
and no map to plot them out.
I say, "I love you,"
and it means, keep your head above the water.
I say, "I love you,"
and it means, keep your heart inside your throat.
you can't use GPS to sort this out.
your map is folded up and backwards,
and when you look in the mirror
I call you beautiful
but you don't understand.
I say, "I love you,"
and it means, look behind you.
I say, "I love you,"
and it means, there is a monster breathing down your back.
this is a feeling like
a Vesuvian complexity,
perfectly preserved in ash.
I dust you off.
I say, "I love you,"
and it means, I want to peel the clothes off your body.
I say, "I love you,"
and it means, run away as fast as you can.
you take abstract photographs
and call them sensual.
I just call them sex with inanimate objects
that I can't keep under control.
I say, "I love you,"
and it means, I want you.
I say, "I love yo
suction-toes and stringy hairsuction-toes and stringy hair5 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
you have bug-eyes, webbed-toes, and a suction-cup grasp on my hand, and i'm hoping your skin never sweats. you eat chocolate grasshoppers like candy and sometimes ribbit in your sleep. when i wake you, you tell me you were dreaming of mudpies and a melody created at dusk. sometimes, i wonder if you're more frog than man, but you aren't turning green yet.
you waste time hopping from foot to foot, promises croaked from your throat. your irisies are dark, almost black, and much too small for the white space surrounding them. and sometimes, when i wake, i find you huddled at the window letting raindrops soak your stringy hair.
but baby, i don't care that your tongue is too long and your feet stick to the floor when you're barefoot. at night, you wrap me up in your arms and whisper, gently, your cadences of 'i'llloveyouforever's and 'i'mneverlettingyougo's.
and who cares if yo