WiccaDont believeWicca8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The lies you have heard
For Wiccans do not dabble
In black magick
All magick we do
In perfect love and perfect trust
Is performed in only positive energies
It harms none
We cast our spells
With peace and love in our souls
With calm and harmony in our hearts
We practice our religion with true
So dont believe everything you hear
We are not evil ones who worship Satan
We worship the God and Goddess of our earth
The mother and father of this planet
So merry meet and merry part
Until merry meet again
And so it harm none, do as ye will
And go with my blessing
we have the softest heartbeatsi don't know what it means when you saywe have the softest heartbeats4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you don't know what i mean.
the implications of my every sentence stain the
atmosphere like neon lights and i'm left wondering
how you can still be so clueless. how after
all this time. after all the sentences we traded
with each other. after every minute that makes
the miles smaller. you still don't get it. how
you could still not get me.
this is the part where i need to remind myself
that you were never mine.
you've never been anyone's because there isn't
a sentence simple enough to make you stay so
three words and eight letters won't leave you
breathless in between my bed sheets. it won't make
you feel the same. and there isn't an idea complex
enough to make you stumble into love, because
to figure out that the world is so much more than
black and white would be admitting you've been
wrong all along.
we're not the people we once were, but maybe our
expectations are far too high.
color blind truth.listen.color blind truth.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i told you i was soft on words-
not that i believed lies
but you always thought that was my favorite flavor of love
and kept feeding them to me.
and i know i shouldn't have let myself care but my heart began to tell my that you might just catch me if i fell for you.
(the best liars are hearts
because you want to believe them)
you told me i was beautiful and i still don't know if it counts as a compliment when you know they don't mean it.
you bought me a pack of crayons on said,
'oh baby, you could color the world in crayola'
and i think this was code for,
'oh baby, i only know how to trace the world in black and white'
but you forgot i'm color blind.
(that's why i always thought you were
you told me i was one way glass and you'd already taken the step in letting me see you
so now it was my turn to break the cycle, but when i tired
i only ended up sliding my fingers through blood-kissed shards of glass.
(i just wish i was a mirror
so i could
Color BlindI run . gun in my handColor Blind8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Explosions all over . the sound of people departing this life .
I see red all over .
The sky from a welcoming blue to a hated gray
From the new white uniform become brown dirt
I turn my head as a scream from a hole ten feet away takes my full attention I run to my comrade
I jump in
I feel a jagged pain through my stomach
I see my comrade I watch his eyes change from blue to red shot hatred in his face
I start to loose sense in my body
I see my friend hug me He starts to mutters in my ear telling me that he was sorry
He said that he valued me
He said that I was his brother and that I was his family
I held on as long as I could
He told me that he had never had Grandparents
He also lost his parents when he was about 18
With every ounce of my strength I grasped him and said
"When you get home tell my wif
Mommy, DaddyMommy, DaddyMommy, Daddy11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I cut off the pigtails
And I grew out of the dresses
My knees grew back their skin
And I picked up my own messes
Mommy, Daddy see me for what I am
See me for what I want to be
Don't expect me to be six forever
Because I've grown up into me
Mommy, Daddy I'm not
The top in my class no more
School got harder and people got smarter
Don't yell at me for slipping behind
Or gasp when you realize
I don't love school with the old ardor
Listen to my music and talk behind my back
Mommy, Daddy if I don't like
Your music anymore I'm sorry
But in growing up I've grown out
Of things and into things that now are me
Mommy, Daddy don't forbid me to like boys
Accept the fact that I'm far beyond
The second grade stage
Daddy, Mommy leave me be
Give me room to breathe that should come with age
Mommy dearest don't yell at me
About things out of my control
I'm just in my room kicking it
Writing stories about who I want to be
Dreaming about death and sex
Because it's also known as life, isn't it?
Redemption: Spoilers DHGreen. The greenest most beautiful shades of green--green he had adored his entire life. Green he had loved, LOVED, dearly, every minute of every day, green, green, green...perfect circles, like virgin fields of the sweetest lilliest that had yet to bloom.Redemption: Spoilers DH8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
He had Lily's eyes. The last thing he had wanted to see before his sight became a dark tunnel, those vibrant eyes imprinting his ebony souless ones before all went black.
He was...floating. Drifting where it was no longer cold, no longer hot, it only -was-. It was dark. The darkest dark he had ever experienced. What's more, he could
-remember- experience...and he could remember dark. He remembered faces, embroideries, and sounds in the dark. He -remembered-. And like his memories, his body settled firmly on what he could only deduce as ground. And his limbs had yet to move. He had been attempting this for the past few seconds, when he realized how intact he was with the reality of himself.
Severus Snape was dead. That much he was sur
Perfect KissPerfect Kiss8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Seconds fading into glowing embers
Lighting paths to pester sweetly
Forgotten warmth in tepid letters
Unlocking horrors deep within me
Wishes dressed in hastened bliss
Sullen in this plague of doubt
Heart surrenders to this kiss
Eyes ravel in the mottled sound
Will it last until the morrow?
To years that wind into our story
Forbid it be a tale of sorrow
For I will never say I'm sorry
Hush, do not speak of pain
Nor must you turn away
Nil on Earth remains the same
Tears can yearn for later days
Now kiss me.
i'm contradictory at best.i wonder what it's like to look into your face and not want to spill every secret i've ever had. i want to be startlingly indifferent. i want to say i don't care and mean it. i want to be reckless in more than that jaywalking every morning on my way to work sort of way. i want to say something that will completely change the course of everything forever. i want to be the sort of thing people need to invent a new word for, because "cataclysmic" won't cover what a disaster i am.i'm contradictory at best.4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i want to be someone new.
i worry about why the air always tastes several degrees colder than your skin. i know there's a correlation that i haven't figured out yet, but my mind doesn't work fast enough to make the connections anymore. i worry that all the synapses are breaking apart and my brain is shutting down. i worry that i'm dying in slow motion from the inside out so no one can even tell. not that anyone would care, but i worry about the most absurd of things. and then i worry that i don't worry enough abo
P.C.PreachingI just spent 30 minutes on a bus staring at a wall;P.C.Preaching9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
someone wrote in Japanese, English, French
Vincent's Secret ValentineFEB 9Vincent's Secret Valentine12 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"Why is Uncle Vincent so sad?"
"Well ..." Cloud started, "because he lost someone very dear to him long time ago; and this time of the year is the worst for him."
"But I never saw him smile."
"He believes, for him that is, that there is nothing in this world to smile about."
"I want to do something for him."
Vincent was in his room and he heard footsteps, but ignored them. Then they stopped right outside his door, something was slipped underneath, the footsteps started up again and soon disappeared. He walked to the door and picked up the envelope. Vincent picked it up, opened the envelope and pulled out a little red heart. He was puzzled as he read what is said.
"To Vincent .... Love you"
What in the world?
Cloud watched Vincent as he came in and went straight up the stairs and to his room.
"What is it Cloud?"
"I don't know Tifa, Vincent looks ... I can't describe it, be he seems different."
requiescat -- D.H. SPOILERS...Snape stood unnaturally still, his arms stiff behind his back, clenching and unclenching his sweating hands uncontrollably. He has that blank expression on his face, that look he gets when something very...ugly is about to happen, he thought. He was putting up his most practiced, most unreadable facial expression, but Lord Voldemort narrowed his eyes at him with that...paralyzingly cold, calculating look, that predatory glare: In a moment of irrationality, Snape could have sworn he saw Voldemort's face register a response when his heart lurched suddenly as genuine fear began welling up just beneath the surface. No, he reasoned, the Dark Lord cannot know your heart is racing itself to exhaustion, fool. He saw you glance at Nagini, is all, he thought. Snape tried desperately to maintain the illusion of the faithful and devoted Death Eater, listening carefully--calmly, he reminded himself--torequiescat -- D.H. SPOILERS8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Muted EmotionsMuted Emotions9 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
Something is always hiding,
blissful memories lurking,
faces have their flaws covered,
but heart's emotions are always hindered.
Outrage is hidden to protect innocence,
character easily coverted, a silence,
bleakness covered for pride,
but a heartache cannot be denied.
Clustered thoughts ignite fire,
wounds fray from indulgent require,
the heart demands a voice,
a being should be given a choice.
Belief for a love reply,
most likely to go awry,
the disguise for silent denial,
emerges as a wish for a love trial.
A reverie of a lustrous fantasy,
forever to be restriced guilty,
muted emotions expire,
to time they retire.
Life CycleI. TruthseersLife Cycle6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
"Mortality" is a word
spoken soft in onerous rooms
over lips thick with chapstick
Over a road twenty feet
deep a child soars
on creaking rusted flowers
those little grinners
as they spin plates on noses,
Sunchase - a raptor storySunchase - a raptor story10 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
"Akilik! Kil, wake up!"
Akilik rolled on his stomach and pulled the pillow over his head with a groan. He would've kicked his brat of a little brother out of his room if it hadn't required getting up.
"Go away, Az. Too early."
"Nuh-uh. Mom says up."
The bed shifted slightly, and then a weight landed on the small of his back, nearly knocking the air out of his lungs. Two small hands reached up and snatched the pillow he was shielding his head with.
"No. Get off."
The newly commandeered pillow hit the back of his head with a muffled 'thump'.
"Have you forgotten what happens today?"
Akilik actually had to think about that. What was it that was supposed to happen today? Mom's birthday? No, that was last month. Eja Khea celebration? No, that wasn't till the next new moon, and it was almost full last night. Midsummer? That was in two days. But wasn't there something before… Akilik shot up so fast that Azeem fell off the bed with a yelp.
Soft, melodious laugh
Misty's Outrageous OctilleryMisty's Outrageous Octillery1 month ago in General Fiction More Like This
It was a fairly normal day for Misty. She was checking in on the various water Pokemon she'd captured and had in the gym, and was trying to find out if they were settling in. Brushing some of her orange hair to the side, she entered into the next section of her upgraded gymnasium, home to shallow pools and deeper lakes made to let her Pokemon feel at home. Many were at the Center getting treated for a bad case of Pokerus but a few like the Octillery she'd caught were-
Wait. Where was it? She frowned as she glanced about, scratching her head as she headed towards the nearby rock pool, sunlight filtering in through the nearby windows to dance about on the surface of the pond. Octillery had a habit of mischievous and rowdy behavior and she was getting pretty tired of it. "Octillery, come out, I just wanted to find out if-" Misty began to say before, without warning, a flash of reddish-orange lashed out at the rock she was standing atop. Startled, she lost her balance and to
The Roomba"Go back home you cursed robot!" I growled at the little disk shaped vacuum cleaner as it completely ignored my commands and spun in an idle circle, beeping merrily. "Bloody machine..." Sighing, I reached down and tried to grab the mischievous bot, when it suddenly spun away and made a mad dash across my living room, diving for safety beneath the sofa. "No! Gah! It'll be a week before I can get that damned thing out of there!"The Roomba9 years ago in Humor More Like This
Why, oh WHY was I the only person in the house that the Roomba did this to? Surely it could spend it's time better cleaning than trying to play hide and seek with me? Of course, that wouldn't be as much fun would it? Glaring at the lime colored light that flitted about under the couch, I shook my head and collapsed back onto my computer chair. With headphones safely ensconced around my ears, pumping Flogging Molly deep into my brain, I relaxed and opened up my instant messenger, determined to ignore the glorified vacuum cleaner and talk to Jace, or Jose, or whoev
FiM++ Programming - Hello World, 99 Jugs of CiderDear Princess Celestia: Letter OneFiM++ Programming - Hello World, 99 Jugs of Cider3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Today I Learned an important lesson about friendship.
I learned how to write "Hello World!"
Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.
P.S. In this case, the syntax is similar to C++.
Dear Princess Celestia: Letter One
I wrote "Hello World!"
Your faithful student, Twilight Sparkle.
P.S. In this case, the syntax mirrors that of Python syntax. I'll leave it to you, readers, to decide which one you deem better. -Twilight Sparkle
Dear Princess Celestia: Letter One
Today I learned how to sing Applejack's Drinking Song.
I learned Applejack's Drinking Song with Applejack.
Did you know that Applejack likes the number 99?
I did this while Applejack had more than 1.
I sang " 'Applejack' jugs of cider on the wall, 'Applejack' jugs of cider,"
Applejack got one less.
When Applejack had more than 1,
I sang "Take one down and pa
Entretien avec un MuertyIl s'était fait piéger. Cela arrivait rarement mais cela arrivait. Alors patiemment il mit ses mains dans ses poches et attendit, il n'y avait que cela à faire, toutes les choses avaient une fin il le savait. D'autant plus que de manière générale c'était lui qui mettait le point final, alors de temps à autre quand il se faisait piéger par quelqu'un comme ça il écoutait ce qu'il avait à dire. C'était toujours plus ou moins la même chose. Cette fois il s'agissait d'une jeune fille. A la jauger elle avait à peine 16 ans, et déjà le courage de songer à braver la mort. A la voir comme cela il songea qu'elle avait perdu un ou plusieurs proches. Sa famille, ses amis, un petit ami peut être? Ah oui c'était cela un petit ami. Oui il se souvenait de lui il avait aidé à son passage après cet accident. Les choses étaient moches parfois.Entretien avec un Muerty6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Très visiblement elle l'aimait, comme
So It GoesSo It Goes12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So It Goes
November 6, 2003
By Doug De Vries
This is my life and so it goes
In every heart there is a key
An iron key with a strong lock
That one who loves can hold and see
I know how this is true because
I am cursed and blessed to be
More than just a caring friend
One who has the vision to see
I spoke to you in cautious tones
You answered me with no pretense
I did not know what to reply
My silence is my self defense
This is my life, and so it goes
And so will you, too, I suppose
And if my silence made you leave
Then that would be my worst mistake
The tears I shed for you are here
And you can have this heart to break
I know you often held me tight
For every time you've held a rose
It seems you felt only the thorns
And I weep at the path I chose
So I would choose to be with you
As if the choice were mine to make
But you can make decisions, too
And you can have this heart to break
This is my life, and so it goes
And so will you, too, I suppose
Covering TracksApril mumbled to herself, bending over to retrieve one of many books that had just fallen out of her hands. Just a great way to start off the day, she thought. Before she could reach for another book she heard footsteps approaching. To avoid any comments about the incident and just out of habit, she dropped her backpack onto the pile of books and pretended to be checking her phone. Out of curiosity she glanced over her phone for a quick second, but that was enough to make eye contact with the person who was now coming her way, "Hey! April!" the other girl called. April just continued to stare in confusion, "You don't remember me?" the girl asked when she was close enough to not have to shout. "Julia? We met over the summer? Still don't remember me?" she asked. "Oh, you were the one dating Tom?" April asked, but immediately regretted it. "Um, yeah, but not anymore" Julia's friendly tone was quickly replaced with a more unwelcoming one. "Listen, uh, you're probably gonna be late to classCovering Tracks9 months ago in Short Stories More Like This