The Curse Of Formal VerseNothing is harder than writing formal verse;The Curse Of Formal Verse10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We struggle and we try to wrack our heads,
But all words fail, our poems are a curse.
The creators of such forms were most perverse,
Taking pleasure from poets wishing they were dead.
Nothing is harder than writing formal verse.
A failed writer shakes his empty purse.
He is determined to, once more, be fed.
But all words fail, his poems are a curse
The Villanelle, The Sestina; a hearse
Waiting for that poet, writhing in his bed.
Nothing is harder than writing formal verse.
An inmate of an asylum calls the nurse
He tried to write a sonnet in his shed
But all his words failed, his poems are a curse
Do not laugh off these forms with words so terse;
Even the masters have been quoted to have said,
"Nothing is harder than writing formal verse.
When all words fail, our poems are a curse."
SkinnydippingMy love for you is like the Amazon,Skinnydipping6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
longer than any other,
deeper than conscious thought,
and filled with vicious, hungry piranhas.
Ocean MistI wouldn't worry, that rose is not for me. I've already had my roses;Ocean Mist9 years ago in Spoken Word More Like This
they wilted aeons ago, yet I'm still the same. As I always have been and always will be.
I am the dangerous one, the beautiful one, and the unpredictable one; with the deepest depths and the saltiest breath. My hair, white, ever growing, fading, and shifting, sometimes not even there. My body- the deepest translucent blues, fading as light penetrates through me. My children, so numerous, I've seen them die, killed them, cared for them, and shaped them over time.
The one child, whom I do despise, my nephew, claims to own my brother, Land, and I. He does accept that I cannot be owned, the same with my brother, and is blind to the fact that I sit through time, wanting to prove my ever reigning might. The child thinks he has conquered me, with his petty boats, and his ignorance. He poisons me and rapes me, polluting my song, killing his siblings. A spoilt baby prince, unable to witness his mortality in the world's progre
Another To Do ListAnother Time Traveling To Do List:Another To Do List7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Things to do with my favorite people ever.
Fight next to Jeanne dArc.
Paint with William Blake.
Hallucinate with Lewis Carroll (by merely being near him).
Take a walk on some railroad tracks and have a few beers with Johnny Cash.
Smoke cigars with Winston Churchill.
Steal Salvador Dalis mustache while he is asleep and paint one back on his face.
Sing a duet with Ella Fitzgerald.
Tell Jokes with Mitch Hedberg.
Safari with Ernest Hemingway.
Give Audrey Hepburn as many roses as I can carry.
Discuss the Universe with Frank Herbert.
Gamble with Doc Holiday.
Box Harry Houdini.
Hike with Rudyard Kipling.
Kiss Hedy Lamarr.
Fight bears with Meriwether Lewis and William Clark.
Smoke pipes with C.S. Lewis and J.R.R. Tolkien.
Give H.P. Lovecraft a hug.
Destroy my crappy old drawings with Michelangelo.
Prevaricate with Baron Münchhausen.
Give Edgar Allen Poe a hug.
Dance with Madame de Pompadour.
Make believe with Mr. Rogers.
Mias and Elle - Chapter 9Elle lay on her back in an awkward position and uncomfortable silence only broken by her occasional gasps of air. It felt as though her innards were twisting around inside of her, and it was making her nauseous; Mias made her nauseous, at least, she hoped that it was nausea.Mias and Elle - Chapter 94 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Cheeks burning red, lips swollen and tingling, she stared blankly at the ceiling. She wished that she could get in a calming breath to centre herself, but it was proving difficult what with the painful pounding in her chest. Dragging her bottom lip between her teeth, she rubbed her forehead with the palms of her hands. This was becoming a habit of her body to go into this strange panic whenever Mias got so dangerously close.
Bored, and having nothing better to do, and liking the idea of being washed of the contact of Mias, she ran a bath. With no intention of relaxing, especially considering what had just happened not making her feel very safe letting her guard down, she made it quick. Before lathering herself up,
The Dragon MechanicThe door was locked.The Dragon Mechanic5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
* * *
Septimer had vague memories of being six, curled up in her uncle's lap while he sat at his great big ink-stained writing table and sketched out diagrams of gears and machines and dragons. His clothes smelled subtly of car exhaust and molten metal, but it was a smell she loved because it was her uncle's smell. In his dim study, the only light was that of his tall desk lamp and Loki's red eyes, like dying embers, burning faintly in the shadows at the back of the room. Her great mechanical heartbeat filled the room with a slow, deep, steady pulse.
While her uncle worked and Septimer watched, her eyes barely peeking over the rim of the desk, he would tell her of how Loki's namesake, a trickster god of Norse mythology, wrapped himself in a cloak of feathers and flew to the ends of the earth in search of Thor's hammer. She dreamt endlessly of climbing onto Loki's back and sitting just between the giant's beating wings, wrapping her arms around his neck while the wo
Found Poetry: Captured MoonFound Poetry: Captured Moon9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
When that one woman came to the library
I fell for her.
I remember that lovely night
Inspired by a story,
Not of goblins,
But of love.
And if I hid her body in the earth
In a book under a rock,
I have captured the moon.
She was the moon.
Mary Sue, Mary SchmueMARY SUE, MARY SCHMUE: WHY YOU SHOULD IGNORE THE LABELMary Sue, Mary Schmue6 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
Part One: It's Not As Bad As You Think
Any writer who has opened their work to criticism or posted their work on the Internet (oh wait, that's the same thing), has undoubtedly heard the term "Mary Sue." In all likelihood, you've heard this term because one of your characters has had this label thrown at them. Perhaps the fear alone of having your character turned into a dartboard for flamers has driven you to discover the definition of this term. In fact, it's likely that the fear of this label has altered your writing and characterization in some way. Has it driven you to be less shallow, and make your characters less shallow? Good! Has it driven you to think more carefully about your plot devices to make sure you're not pulling a Deus Ex Machina, and to keep a close eye on your characterization to make sure you're not derailing any of their personalities? Good! Has it driven you to b
To Mix Gasoline and MatchesHer solar scars were aching for the aquafina kiss of relief.To Mix Gasoline and Matches5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But who among them would soothe her charcoal freckles?
Who withheld the capacity to repair such a scorched surface?
He said it like it was the first rule of life,
like it should be so fucking obvious.
She clasped singed vocal-chords,
tattooing questions into chest crevices.
Stifled lightning ignited organs,
highlighting silenced thoughts with neon importance.
The thunder rumbled through her pores,
infiltrating the epidermis,
seeking her innards.
She felt it shivering beneath her bones,
whispering within her ribs.
It spoke of the culpable, the guilty.
A fork-tongued reminder spewing honesty.
"Ignore the ashes, Pyro Girl.
that once they've bathed in flame,
people all look the same."
I only pray you're able to stare d
Star Trek: Sigils and Unions--Flash2371—The Time of the Maquis Uprising—24 hours remainingStar Trek: Sigils and Unions--Flash4 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The 2305-series Starfleet Type-I hand phaser lay in pieces on the sixteen-year-old human boy’s desk. His dad had managed to hide the old weapon from the Cardassians when they’d beamed down for their first ‘security sweeps,’ but he hadn’t exactly managed to hide it from his own son. Hadn’t even noticed his prized phaser had been gone for three days already.
It baffled the boy, as he installed the beam collimator he’d managed to scrounge up, how his father could complain about the Federation as they abandoned their people to politics, how he could complain about the Cardassian jackboots and do nothing about it. He couldn’t even be bothered to tuck tail and run when the Cardies took over, let alone stand up and fight like the Maquis were doing.
And now, the boy marveled as he clicked in a power cell he
New Species Bio TemplateThe [your species]New Species Bio Template7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
[If possible on your site, here would be a good place to put a height comparison to a human and/or a picture of your species. If not, post links.]
Discovered/Created by: (note: do not put your name.)
*these stats are average
Origin of Name/Discovery:
(Why is it called that? Who discovered it? What is their profession? Was it discovered by accident? Etc.)
(From the time they evolved to now, give any significant figures in their history and why they were significant.)
Appearance and Personality:
(What do they look like? How is each of the species an individual? Are they mischievous, good-natured, shy, aggressive? Etc.)
(Where do they live? What species do they hunt? What species hunts them? What of humans/equivalent to them in your world? Etc.)
(What is the name of their language? How long does it take for the species to learn it? Is it possible fo
Alicorns of Harmony chapter 1Alicorns of Harmony chapter 14 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Alicorns of Harmony
Awaken the Legends
Something powerful was rising quickly. Something unimaginable and complicated forcing its way to the surface. Twilight Sparkle was trying to fight this strange power but was quickly losing ground in her own mind. It encroached every single surface, her defense was like trying to climb up and over a steel wall without any holds on it. But most of all, it was enticing. Every single second, even as it conquered Twilight's feeble excuse for a defense it invited her. Yet something was off about it, this power wasn't alien, it was her. She could feel it, this power had her personality, but then why was it trying to take her over? She finally decided it would not hurt to let the power do what it wanted, it seemed kind enough. When she gave up the process became relaxing instead of taxing, the only discomfort was a slight itching in her back but as she tried to scratch it she found she couldn't move her body at all. It was a st
Little Black Box: Sephi fanficLittle Black BoxLittle Black Box: Sephi fanfic8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A Halloween Tale
Co-Starring: A bunch of other KH and FF7 people.
By: OP-KingdomHearts-DS and FeedMeFood
The anticipation in the corridors was building. This year's Halloween party was taking place off campus, a first in Highwind High School history. A fact that Axel was well aware of and would not, could not let slip by. He had been scheming all throughout chemistry since he learned of the party's location. Now all he needed was some victims.
Axel decided to first take his irresistible charm to his classmate, Cloud. Hey~ Cloud, my man. I have a proposition for you.
Cloud glanced at his intruder for a moment before he resumed shoveling down the lunch he brought from work. Cloud knew Axel well enough to see when Axel had one of those ideas that led to one of Principal Cids lectures. Most didnt survive those lectures.
You've heard, right? This Halloween party is gonna be at Nibelheim. You kno
Slinkers Contest EntryI always used stay up late on Christmas Eve, but I'd always fall asleep before She comes. I remember waking up the next morning on the couch, and all the presents were right in front of me. Sometimes, if I'd stay up super late, She'd leave me a note.Slinkers Contest Entry6 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
'You're so cute. I'm sure one day you will be able to stay up all night. Merry Christmas.'
When I was younger I was so excited when I first got the letter, and I pinned it up on my wall so I'd remember for the next Christmas. Unfortunately, when I was ten, one of my friends told me that Christmas was a hoax, and She didn't exist, it was all my parents placing the presents and writing the notes.
I didn't believe them.
Not on the outside.
But last year, oh I remember it so clearly, I managed it. I saw Her.
I had gotten up from the couch in front of the Christmas tree and walked upstairs to get another blanket and my pillow. I knew I was being childish, waiting for Her to come. And I was expecting more of a fancy landing, like her crashing th
Cast a SpellCast a SpellCast a Spell6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Everything was red.
Arthurs vision was tainted by the colour.
He was trapped. He could see what was going on through the haze of red but it was like he was stuck in his own body as his body did and said things that he didnt want it to.
Was he possessed?
Hed heard Gaius talking about people being possessed or hypnotised by sorcery to his father a long time ago, when he was small. When magic was more of a problem back then.
It was that girl Sophia he was certain of it that girl that was staying at the castle with her father. Shed been pretty and Arthur had taken an instant like to her, even he could admit that. Plus Morgana had been jealous which was even more of a reason to like Sophia.
Shed bewitched him and not in a good sense.
Hed kissed her he must have been under her magic then as he tried to stop it happening but there was nothing he could do. He was sure that when
Halloween Costume TF The door flung wide open as a young man stumbled into his home from the bulk of a briefcase and a package box. He was of a medium build and had a crew cut of black hair, and his dark grey suit went well with his green eyes. He set his briefcase down and hung up his suit coat, then carried the package into the living room.Halloween Costume TF8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He had to stop and take a breath, he knew what was in the package, and he was very excited. He set the package down on the sofa and hit the play button on the telephone answering machine on the end table, and it stated, Three new messages. The first of the messages began playing as he pulled out his pocketknife and began cutting the packaging tape on the box.
First message, the machine began. Hey Benji! Its Allyn! I was wonderin if you wanna go bowling sometime t
Metamorphobiait is a wonder all the changesMetamorphobia2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
that one endures in a day
at dawn, in fear, desperation,
then words pull you from the abyss,
your lungs inhale a swift elation,
the eyes perceive a kind of bliss,
then clouds, dark clouds, again in silence
the rain, the wind, the sun again
at last the dark, the taste of violence,
the sensual rhythm of a train
and like emerging as imago
you exchange fear for delight
you are a thing of many faces
depressed by day, a god by night
The worlds poison and antidoteThe worlds poison and antidote7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
Making the small differences in the world...Does what
one does to make the small change really matter?
Introduction; The Problems and Where They Lie
There are many big issues happening in the world, regarding poverty, disease, human rights, animal rights, environment, and many others.
There are many people who act upon this to help improve them, but there are also people who dont believe in small changes because the problem is too big, and often criticize those who try.
Deal with it, some would say. Thats how the world goes. Theres nothing we can do about it.
It is agreeable that life, to some extent, stinks. However, dealing with a situation does not necessarily mean remaining passive and watching the problems grow; this does not solve anything better either.
The problem does not simply lie in the problem itself, the causes of the problem, or the size of small efforts, that mak
000 Prologue The Fallen HeroPlease Note:000 Prologue The Fallen Hero7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Link and Navi belong to Nintendo. They are not my characters so theres the copy right information. As for any other none Zelda related characters they belong to me.
-Id like to thank a Friend named Rika for helping with Editing. Adding more suitable words and helping with Grammar! She helped revamp all the chapters!
Fighter of the Time
Prologue: The Fallen Hero
The young blonde fell to his knees gasping for air. His sword to his side covered in his own blood. On the ground next to him was a small faerie that was out cold and bleeding profusely. The blonde himself felt warm blood rushing out of his stomach. He could feel his life slipping away. His heart was erratically racing as he looked up at the fighter who had defeated him.
Standing there in front of the young blonde was his conqueror fully clad in metallic deep blue-colored arm
Girl Alarm ClockGirl Alarm Clock12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the sun sets unasked
and rises again without the
But I do not
girl alarm clock
timed in the heat of dreams
that make moan and flutter
quiver of over-warm flesh
smooth inseam of thigh
wake me in the morning
she just barely breathes
pull at her eye strings
make short lashes quiver
a back that reaches for me
while fingers fetal curl
towards the face
and her lips twitch
on hot mornings
I watch her naked sleep
CarmalCarmal3 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The day was humid, the sun was still high
While I waited for the gray mini van
Hundreds of colorful cars sped right on by
Finally they came; one red and one with tan
Both were hyper and fuzzy, a boy and a girl
With light brown eyes and noses of dark pink
The red stayed, while up his sister did curl
On a blanket alone; both small as mink
My puppy was brave and showed not his fear
For he whimpered only once before he slept
Agile was he, like all kinds of brother deer;
Only loving and he was never unkempt
Guarding me from things that were proved harmful,
Always there, my dear beloved dog Carmal
Deal long lasted Chpt. 1The Deal Long LastedDeal long lasted Chpt. 19 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
By Chika Kage
Chapter one: Nearly blow to bits
This was a simple mission. Go through the gate to P45-78G9, meet with the locals, then set up a trade, or that was what Krad thought. When he had begged his dad to let him go with SGE, he expected to meet some kids, ones who weren't born on Atlantis, or were Athosians. He wanted to make some other off world friends, though the war with the wraith was holding him back. His dad never let him go off world alone until he had turned 13 years old. Before he had a whole team take him where he wanted to go. Ronon was the one who was always with him. He had grown to like the guy and had learned tons from the ex-runner.
Right as SGE and him got to a town, Colonel Lorne was radioed that the stargate had dialed up and wraith were approaching the town. 'Crap!' That was all he thought before darts sped above him. Their horrible sound trailing after them.
Krad followed Colonel Lorne as they ra