Emos and skaters don't mixWould you?Emos and skaters don't mix9 years ago in Teen More Like This
Would you hold me when I cried?
Would you show me love when I was sad?
Would you hold my hand when we walked?
Would you lend me your jacket when I was cold?
Would you love me like no one else would?
I don't think you will.
I don't think you'll love me.
I don't think you'll care for me the way I do.
I don't think you feel the way I do.
I don't think you cry at night because you want to know what it feels like to have me in your arms.
I don't think you'll ever want to know how our bodies might fit together.
How our hearts will mold together perfectly.
I don't think you know what it's like to watch the one you love with another person.
I don't think you can stand by the one you loved and help them with relationship problems.
I don't think you know what it feels like to want to be the one who makes you happy.
To be the girl who makes your eyes sparkle like that.
Would you see me like that?
Will you ever love me back?
I don't think you will.
I don't think you will know what I fee
Zombie Survival GuideZombie Survival GuideZombie Survival Guide8 years ago in Horror More Like This
Daniel H@#&- Demented One
A common staple in many B-movies, Zombies are often depicted as taking over the world. Having watched many of those movies I have decided to compile my own Zombie Survival Guide after reading the one at Kuro5hin.org. This guide will be posted in many places I know of so that if anyone comments I will be able to make a better one later. To date I have not read Max Brook's Zombie Survival Guide, though I intend to. As for the debate I've seen on the Fast Zombies vs. Slow Zombies, this guide is written with Slow Zombies in mind, for if they are really dead bodies they would have series body control issues, and under the assumption that the outbreak is a large one that would last several years at least.
Preparation: (what you did for Y2K)
If you are already preparing for a Zombie invasion, lets face it; you don't need this guide, and are probably a little crazy, like me. Preparing for a Zombie i
The ReaperThe ReaperThe Reaper8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~
Forget what you think you might have known.
Because those thoughts I cannot condone.
What I am and what I'm not.
Life and Death my every thought.
For those who live.
This is the gift I give.
Cut your strings and make you lifeless.
The look on your face will be quite timeless.
Just sit back and enjoy the ride.
For the world has yet to know that you've died.
Because, you see, the clocks of death have no numbers.
Where time goes one often wonders.
And now it seems I must be on my way.
For yet again it is time to slay.
But young child do not fret and fight.
For death has come upon you quickly this night.
The Dragons of Serenia: Chap.2Chapter 2: A World of DragonsThe Dragons of Serenia: Chap.25 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Geoffrey was being pulled through a vortex of dark energy. The walls surrounding him were all purple and when he look towards the path that he was traveling towards he only saw darkness awaiting him. Geoffrey had no choice but to let the current of darkness drag him to where he was going and eventually he drifted off into a deep sleep.
After he slept for a few hours Geoffrey began to awake but he found himself in a completely different environment. There were trees all around completely covered with green leaves. Flowers and other plants also covered the area to make it even more beautiful. It was a lot to take in for Geoffrey since he had lived his whole life living in a desolate wasteland of a world thanks to the rule of Nevareth.
"This is all too strange" said Geoffrey to himself. "I might as well take a look around to see if I can find a civilization of some kind."
Geoffrey continued through the forest without any sense of where he was going since the
The Swords, The ShieldsMila, Lady-Scribe of Brivhamen under Her Serenity Queen Lorelei, the Lioness under Heaven, writes to her King Arug, Master of the Sword, Noble Lord of Brivhamen, the Lion under Heaven, on the Thirtieth Day of Terras, in the Seventh Year of her King's reign.The Swords, The Shields5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
This is an inconvenient time for My King Arug to be away assisting our allies in Denua. His cause is just and his sword is swift, but his Lady's servant bears a warning. In recent days we here in the capital have received refugees from the hill tribes in west. An unknown power is moving there, burning villages. It gives no name and no quarter- most of the refugees have been women and their children.
Very few men have escaped.
My Queen greeted them formally and sent word to the outlying areas of Brivhamen to be vigilant. A young chieftain described the taking and burning of her village by night: Arrows, spears, swords, maces- all manners of weapons held by all
The Dragons of Serenia: Chap.4Chapter 4: The Powers of a Mystic KnightThe Dragons of Serenia: Chap.45 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Black Shadow militia leader slowly stood up from the attack that Geoffrey unleashed on him and his soldiers.
"Who the heck are you!?" bellowed the now angry militia leader towards Geoffrey.
"A mystic knight" replied Geoffrey.
"A mystic knight?" whispered Wispy to herself.
"A likely story, but your just like any other human in this world WEAK!" exclaimed the militia leader as his soldiers began to stand up again. "You will die just like every other one!" As the militia leader said this, he began to gather dark energy in his left claw and then sent it directly flying at Geoffrey in a burst of purple colored lighting. Geoffrey charged toward the attack at full speed and as the attack approached him he put his left hand in front of him, summoning a magical barrier as well. The lighting was absorbed by the barrier and Geoffrey was still able to keep up his momentum towards the militia leader.
As Geoffrey neared the militia leader,
WeirdYou say I'm weird,Weird11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
just because I'm diffrent from you,
maybe I am wierd,
but if I am you are too!
Everyone is weird,
weird to someone else,
so you can laugh at them,
but you can't laugh at yourslef?
I don't get you,
not at all,
if someone laughs at you,
you break down and fall!
Where as if someone laughs at me,
I just laugh too,
I walk of laughing,
and joke screw you!
You say I'm weird,
and you laugh at me,
but you don't know,
you can't see!
See, I am diffrent,
diffrent from you,
I laugh at you,
but I laugh at me too!
Russian RouletteThere is still a single bulletRussian Roulette6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
in the chambers of my heart
but the safety is propped
in a never fire condemnation.
In the narrowing hallways,
guilt detains guilt,
clogging up blood vessels
We begin to eclipse
but as the capuchin told
we cannot replace the moon
with shadows (,we are) of stars.
In the dreams of the symphony,
My saxophone love, unrequited.
The notes still had more soul
than viollain soloists, falsified.
this act of seven gears
for every time the bullets fired
our lingering regrets could not
keep us from keeping the gun.
This is a growing inclination
but we gave up on our dreams
you made butterfly constellations
determined to be more than a moth.
In reverent palpitation
on a six chamber stage
we play russian roulette
to find one to set one free.
The Red Balloon.The Red Balloon.5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
The Red Balloon.
It just goes round and round, the circle of life. It doesn't rest, and no obstacle is able to completely stop it. That continuous rush of the world, where we are just living life in a hurry, without stopping to take a breath or enjoy the sight.
Somewhere in the middle of this madness, there was a boy standing. No matter how fast everything went by, he kept standing completely still. His tiny little hand was holding a piece of string and his eyes were fixed on the red balloon attached at the end of it, desperately struggling to escape into the endless sky.
I never got to know who he was, or what his purpose was, but without exceptions, the little boy stood there every day, with a face so calm, concentrated and serious, as if the entire world depended on him and that red balloon. And he was there, just waiting for something unexplainable. For something different. And the red balloon was always there to keep him company, speechless and silent.
It was one
Until I'm DeadMy hands are tied, my mouth is tapedUntil I'm Dead7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My heart is void, my body raped
My veins are slit, my mouth, it gapes
Im stranded here with no escape
My life has passed, my death is near
My hope is gone, replaced by fear
I cannot shed another tear
My love is lost, my hate is here
My head is numb, my eyes are red
My face is streaked from tears Ive shed
Youll drain the blood I havent bled
Im trusting you until Im dead
Halo Reach: Death of JorgeHalo ReachHalo Reach: Death of Jorge4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Death of Jorge
I stood motionless.
The barrel of my MA37 smoked, leaving tendrils of fading wisps in the air.
And I stood, barely making a sound.
Ever since the last of the Covenant forces in the hangar bay of the Covenant Corvette, The Ardent Prayer, everything's gone too quiet.
I barely made any sound, barely made any movement...
Nor I barely breathed...
I both watched my motion-tracker and the shadows of each and every corner that filled this hangar bay.
And I could feel the sweat crawling down my brow, and each and every part of my body has gone intense.
Because there is this one thing that always clicked in my mind:
I have a bad feeling about this.
But to my relief and surprise, I can hear my COM emitting some static before Jorge's voice ringed out, "Six, meet me back at the Pelican."
It was my only response.
I made one last sweep across the area and checking the motion-tracker before I can confirm myself that its all clear.
With that out of the way, I made my w
The Dragons of Serenia: Chap.3Chapter 3: A Little Change of HeartThe Dragons of Serenia: Chap.35 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Geoffrey was thrown into a cell in the dark castle dungeon by the guards that led him there. The walls were made out of stone and were carved to make it seem like a cavernous cave. The bars of the cells were made out of steel and were made so that no creature could escape. Bones and other small objects littered the floors of the dungeon. No bed or chair was given to the cells for comfort, just four walls and a floor.
"Heh, not so tough without your sword huh?" taunted one of the dragon guards. Geoffrey only picked himself off of the floor and sat down on it while staring at the East wall in his cell.
"Not talking eh? Well I don't blame you, seeing that you got defeated by only one attack. Ha ha ha!" laughed the other dragon guard. Geoffrey remained silent despite the guard's taunts. The head of the dragon guard's came into the cell hall.
"Humph, leave him, he's not going to be talking for a long time especially after I'm through with him"
A Change in FateA Change in FateA Change in Fate5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
A young boy wanders through an unexplored forest. He's about eight years old, with brown hair, blue eyes, and slightly ripped clothes. He stumbled through the forest limping on his right leg. His body was torn to shreds; many injuries were clearly visible across his entire body. He kept pushing himself to his limits, wandering deeper and deeper into the dark forest which enveloped the night, until finally he came across a creature lying down in the ground, surrounded by trees. The boy limped forward to take a closer look at the creature but as he stood over body of the creature he saw the true horror that lay before him. The creature was a dragon hatchling, dead; its green scales glowed crimson in the moonlight from its wounds. Arrows protruded out of its body from spine to tail. The boy's eyes became blurry, his conscious mind fading from reality. The boy fell unconscious where he stood and fell onto the grass next to the dead hatchling, his hand falling on top of its
.:Dead Boy's Poem:.The girl walked up the stone steps with confidence, holding her already dusty, frayed skirt up to prevent it from being ruined any further. Her eyes fell on the tall metal posts that blocked civilians from entering the overly-fancy building. A chain was wrapped around the fence, a heavy lock holding the metal in place. She looked around, scanning the leaf covered stones. There had to be a key somewhere..:Dead Boy's Poem:.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Finally, she pulled a small pin out of her hair, jamming the bent end into the keyhole. There was a soft click and the lock fell aside. She unravelled the chains, letting them fall to the ground with a soft jingle. She struggled to pull the heavy gates aside. She paused when the metal scraped against stone, causing all the nearby birds to fly away in fright.
She sighed, giving one final tug. There was enough of an opening for her to squeeze through. She tried to push her way through the small opening, one of the broken metal bars, catching the hem of her skirt, ripping the silky materia
The Dragons of Serenia: Chap.1The Dragons of SereniaThe Dragons of Serenia: Chap.15 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Chapter 1: The Black Scaled Tyrant
It is night time upon a battle stricken land. The sky still laid blood red from the many lives that were taken there. The moon and stars have disappeared completely, only dark clouds created from the ashes of the deceased float amongst the sky. A dark castle, covered with statues of demons and war machines, lay in the center of the chaotic land that had been built on the bones of soldiers. Four towers rise high in the air behind its protective walls, each holding a purple flame at its peak. Only two ogres, violent and stupid as they are, remained outside the dark castle's walls to defend against intruders. The ogres were a few inches taller than a human, their faces were fat and bulky like their bellies and their ears were very large and pointy. The armor they wore was very simple usually just covering their head and belly and they each carried a club. They gobbled with each other about not having anything to eat and
Darksiders - An Angel's DownfallShe swung her rapier-thin blade, fast as a lightning bolt, cracking down onto her opponent's broad sword. The thunder of the clashing metal rang out across the wasteland, echoing around the long-ruined buildings left by the humans. She grunted with the effort as her foe suddenly swung at her with his fist, a wyrdmetal gauntlet that punched into her stomach, robbing her of breath even as she fell to the floor. He brought his blade up overhead, swinging it down at her, completely silent. She rolled to her left, pulling herself up and lifting herself into the sky on her white wings, turning to face him.Darksiders - An Angel's Downfall4 years ago in Settings More Like This
"You will die, Horseman. The Nex Sacrementum demands it."
She hung there, watching him, his head bowed and shoulders lowered. Then they began to quiver. 'Impossible...is the Horseman afraid?' she thought to herself. Then she realised what he was doing as the sound reached her high up in the air. He was laughing. "Do you think you can kill me, Uriel? Twice you have tried, and twice you have
Dragons at church...When we all go to church,Dragons at church...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we used to go in another form,
hiding our true identities from the people around,
but not from "you-know-Who"...
The church was decorated finely,
but never again shall we go,
for their message was corrupt,
and not of the Lord's beliefs...
The church we attend now,
accepts my dragons true form,
no longer shall we go in another form but our own,
to celebrate the Lord...
Thou still in the back,
with a small communion in front,
we praise the Lord with all our love,
and the lover he has given me...
It doesn't have to be pretty,
it doesn't even have to look nice,
just sing and dance for the Lord,
with all your ability...
I spread the Gospel,
and my dragons pave the way,
showing they can love the Lord,
not just man...
What will kill you?Drugs killWhat will kill you?4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But I've seen them save
But it's saved my friends
But they've saved my life
But that doesn't stop us driving
But without it we die anyway
But most of us walk free
But if we don't feel we aren't really living
And dead inside isn't much better
Than just being dead
The Mystery of a PoemThe mystery of a poem.The Mystery of a Poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I've always wondered what makes a poem different. Is it nothing more then someone hitting the ENTER button more often than usual?
Logic says yes, but emotions say otherwise.
This is free verse. This is freedom.
It's all relative. It affects each being differently.
Each time I hit that key, each time I give myself a new line, I create freedom.
No. Freedom cannot be created, only given.
I give freedom to my thoughts, my emotions. This paper is one of many outlets.
My thoughts, my emotions are trapped within my mind.
So are the thoughts of many others.
And this is where they are free. This is where the world can take note.
But does it? No. The world, more often than not, chooses to shun it. Only to take note of it if it appeals to the collective subconscious of the human race.
Those who choose to share their thoughts with the world may not always be able to enjoy the pleasures of the popular culture.
Poets are different. Writers are different. Artists are different.
Halo Reach: Death of KatHalo ReachHalo Reach: Death of Kat4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Death of Kat
I leaned back against the wall.
My mind throbbed over these past hours.
These missions are starting to take a massive toll on me.
I breathed in and out...
I looked around the room that the rest of Noble Team have been holding out in.
I can see Carter, Noble's leader, staring out at the almost-completely ruins of New Alexandria...
I can see Kat, Noble's co-leader and intelligence specialist, working her way on fixing with a comm unit...
I can see Jun, Noble's best sniper, watching for movement with a pair of binoculars within the ruins...
I can see Emile, Noble's assault specialist, sharpening his kukri against his shoulder armor at the other side of us...
There is one more Noble that should have been here.
And that's Jorge, Noble's heavy weapon specialist...
Ever since Operation: UPPERCUT, my heart was hurting me.
Ever since his loss, I just wanted revenge to those who sent us on that suicide mission!
But a mission is a mission... and we must carry them o
so whatso what6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
So what! Walk on by and stare me down
acting like you're the hottest thing around,
So i believe in god, and I'm against you're ideals
i don't need the world to tell me how to feel,
So what! my clothes leave enough to the imagination
My hair isn't blond and I'm a fashion reject
of my own generation, So what! I have my own mind
I think for myself, NO, it's not a crime, So what!
I'm a little reserved, I don't need to go all out
to feel that i have worth, So what? yeah i paint
my nails black, I'm not emo i just like it like that,
So what! I don't party when I'm bored, I'm above
the influence and I'm not a whore, So what!
i want to be anything but the norm, Nothing special
just not on the game board, So what! I write i sing
I have a hard time being mean, I don't listen to rap
And i don't like to make a scene! So what!
You weigh 90 pounds soaking wet, I would rather
eat it then puke it back, So what! I'm not easy
I'm not sleazy, i don't need to mess around to feel
i am pleasing, So what! I'm