Wara lonely heartWar9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
a lonely song
a lonely tear now that peace gone
a tortured soul
behind fearful eyes
having to be all that you despise
a dying hope
a raging hate
that you must fight while leaders debate
that you must die for other men's quarrels
the tears of a dying warrior's sorrows
EnvyMaiden.Envy5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The space between us is slant rhyme,
Burning-in, saturation, and exposure time,
Ink curves he drew from a lead line,
The way his fingers fit in yours,
Instead of mine.
You are difficult to hone, granite.
I am prone to severing.
You are a vestige made of stone
That I could never be.
Are you what is happening to me?
Rain and gravity have
Weathered the weaker parts
They leave you standing
Strong, a pyramid, a mountain.
I am haunted: a cliff, daunted
By the sea.
Picard writes a love poemThe ready room of my heartPicard writes a love poem5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is waiting for you, number one.
Resist and I'll lay down phaser
fire, raise shields and fire
photon torpedoes. Come with me
and we'll dive into Risa's
sherbet sunsets, spill kegs
of blood wine on Kronos and fool
around with a dabo girl at Quark's.
Let's not continue our holodeck
fantasies, pretend each kiss
and caress are hollow as photons.
Let's do the real thing, warm up
the warp drive and engage.
Only as Old"Frail bones predict what fragile minds can't detect,"Only as Old4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
He trailed off slowly, "And my bones are achin'."
The air around me hung low and depressed,
Sticking to the back of my throat like a stormy syrup
I'd tried to swallow down.
I peered out the kitchen window
And caught an inklet of patched-over-grey sky;
I wondered what was in store for the day.
Impartial to the gloom outside, we stepped out onto the back porch;
Grandpa wobbled out with his cane in hand and we waited.
In the hushed stillness the trees traded birds
Robins, swallows, whippoorwills, and cardinals.
If you squinted hard enough at the sullen shrubbery,
You could spot the caterpillar creeping to the underside of the leaf.
That's when I looked at Grandpa,
And saw through his eyes nature receding
At his prescience of a storm.
"Grandpa, how do you always know?"
He chuckled and simply said: "The world tells me."
It was left at that, but years later I have found
That the world is only as old as the person to whom you speak.
Real Men of GeniusReal Men of Genius5 years ago in Comedy More Like This
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daughterI find her in my kitchen, one ordinary morning with the harsh winter sun tipping full through the window. I haven't seen her for six months, and yet here she is, bruised knees pulled up under her chin, the light pouring through her hair like dull bronze. Despite the cold she is only wearing shorts and an old gray t-shirt, two sizes too big. Upon hearing my footsteps she looks up from picking at her nails, covered in chipped black polish, multicolored threads and silver rings slipping down her wrists. Her hair is tangled and long; longer than I can ever remember, and she tucks it behind an ear studded with piercings that glint in the dark strands. Her face is still in the shadows but a smile breaks through the silence and for the smallest moment I am stunned by the sheer momentum of life; the scent of baby powder, fireflies in the live oaks at night, the first time I felt her weight in my arms in a hospital bed, her tiny heart beating like a butterfly against my palm.daughter5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I have to sift
TW Prologue - Gates of TimeMiranda awoke in twilight, surrounded by evergreen trees. She lay still beneath a canopy of trees, her black hair framing her face. The tattered clothes that covered her seemed out of place with her fair face. Her breath came slowly, and her heart beat rapidly. She tried to remember where she'd been last, but it was like wading into knee deep mud. Her memory was ethereal as fog, blown about by what seemed a stormy tempest. She struggled in vain to remember, but nothing came. Eventually, trickles of pictures and images came slowly fading in and out of her mind. At once, her mind was overpowered by a need for something. She knew it was urgent, but the thought was just beyond her reach. A painful image filled her senses, as she tried to fight back the thoughts flowing like water through herself. Image after image of senseless information exploded through her mind, withTW Prologue - Gates of Time8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
Dear MeDear Little Rachel,Dear Me5 years ago in Letters More Like This
Yes, darling, you. You standing in the queue to get out of the airport, wrapped up as though it was minus 20 degrees Celsius outside when it was just 16 degrees. You there, aged eleven years old, your skin used to humidity and now cracking up like aging plaster in the blast of dry August air.
I know who you are. You brought me to life by your dreams, your bitter recollections of better days as you tried to defog the future, only to realise it was as misty as ever. I am who you are then, and you are who I am now. Call me a time traveller, talking to you and breaking a hundred physical laws but trust me, I'm just here to give you something.
Yeah, really, I hear you scoff. What have you learnt in the last five and a half years that you can tell me about? I mean, you're only about to turn seventeen. You're not even an adult. You're only an angst-ridden, bitchy, moody, internet-addicted teenager without one shred of philosophical decency. A teen advising
Part of Your WorldPART OF YOUR WORLDPart of Your World8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"WHAT!? YOU FAILED!?" The entire complex of the Castle that Never Was almost shook with Saix's yells.
Demyx cowered at the yell, whimpering slightly. He hated it when Saix got like this. He was dreading this moment ever since his return from the Olympic Colliseum since Sora, the Keyblader and other half of his friend and fellow Organization member, Roxas, defeated his water clone barrage and took back the Olympic Medallion he stole. Of course, it didn't help that all throughout the mission; Demyx had been constantly playing chicken through the underworld. Demyx just wished that out of ALL the head Organization members to give him his orders and report back to, it DIDN'T have to be Saix of all people. "S-Saix, sir… This wasn't entirely my fault. Roxas' "Other" proved to be quite a strong opponent and—"
"DON'T GIVE ME EXCUSES, YOU INCOMPETENT COWARD!! &
Your Arms Feel Like HomeIt was a late night at Beacon Academy, the skies obscured by a blanket of storm clouds. Torrents of rain pelted against the walls of the school. Despite the heavy downpour, however, the school's students slept peacefully through the night. It has been a long day for all of them; their classes ranging from lectures and hunts on the different species of Grimm, weapon forging and maintenance, and even monitored contact sparring amongst other students. The new school year only started a couple of months ago, and it already has most of the first year teams worked to the bone. Any kind of reprieve was not taken advantage of. All in all, the students of Beacon were getting some well-deserved rest…Your Arms Feel Like Home2 years ago in Romance More Like This
All but one…
Jaune Arc, leader of Team JNPR, was the only one awake in the recreational area near the dormitories. The seventeen year old blonde sat broodingly on a couch, a glass of barely touched, lukewarm milk in his hands. He didn't wear his light-blue fuzzy one-piece pajama with m
A Kingdom Heart's ValentineA KINGDOM HEARTS VALENTINEA Kingdom Heart's Valentine8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sora, the legendary Keyblade Master, was in a bind. Valentine's Day was around the corner and he was at a loss for ideas. When it came to people who would be Sora's valentine, in Sora's mind, there was only one person in the world who he could ever want to be HIS valentine; Kairi, "princess of his heart" as he referred to her. Now that they were official, Sora's life couldn't be better. But now, Valentine's Day was coming and he wasn't sure WHAT to get Kairi. "Should I get her flowers? No, that'd be too cheap. Chocolates? Nah, it's been done. The hell am I gonna get her? Whatever it'll be, it has GOT to be special."
"What's got to be special?" Riku suddenly appeared next to Sora with a smile. "Are you planning something special for Valentine's day?"
Sora blushed at Riku's question and looked at him, nervous and hesi
On DisappointmentI.On Disappointment6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Out on the porch, my mother sat in an Adirondack chair, smoking
her first cigarette in ten years. The air was hazy and discolored.
Her wedding ring spun on the table, gathering fallen ashes.
I was on the floor, knees tucked up under my chin, poking sticks
down the cracks. She spoke of lies and imagined bliss.
She tucked her hair behind her ear and sighed.
I listened as my mother explained the complexity of love.
Last night he drove just over the state border. I sat in the car,
feet up on the dashboard, singing with the radio. He looked at me
like he had a secret. He was the sage and I was the fool.
So there we were, lying together on the moth-eaten bed of some sleazy motel,
naked and not touching. The drink machine hummed outside, the gnats
gathered toward the flickering light.
And I know that I was warned, still it was not what I hoped.
Axel and the BeachIt was so sweltering that day that we decided to go to the beach. Riku and Yuffie were visiting Radiant Garden, so it was just Sora, Kairi, Roxas, Naminé, Axel, and me. We packed a ton of snack food into a cooler, and lugged it into one of the boats that we use to get to the smaller island.Axel and the Beach8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I had put on my blue and white bikini, but put a T-shirt and board shorts over it for the way there. Naminé had just put a sundress over her suit, but Kairi had only worn a sarong (wanting to get as tan as possible). The guys all had on their trunks, but no tops. It was too hot for them…or so they said.
I was secretly pleased (as I'm sure both Kairi and Naminé were) to see the guys' bare chests. Especially Axel's – but why wouldn't I, seeing I had a huge crush on him. I was rather jealous of both Kairi and Naminé because they didn't have to hide their feelings. Kairi and Sora were dating, as were Roxas and Naminé, so they didn't have to be cautious about showing their emotions. I really had no idea
Fuck You, CancerKay didn't want it.Fuck You, Cancer5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
No, no, no, no, no.
She screwed the shiny leaflet up into a tight ball, not caring that the sharp edges dug into her palms, and threw it into the open fireplace, smugly watching the flames eat up her information. It was permanently ingrained now anyway.
She didn't want alopecia. To have to wrap her bald head in scarves and wigs that itched. She didn't want to vomit her stomach up every time she tried to keep some form of nourishment in it. She didn't want her red blood cells to die away so all she had energy for was to lie down and sob. She didn't want her skin to be so sore and fragile her legs would bleed freely every time she shaved, and one good sneeze could be detrimental. She didn't want her nails to blacken and split, her flesh to swell up, bulbous and shiny and bloated. She didn't want to tremble and convulse, and not have a steady enough hand for icing, or enough nerve endings to feel the soothingly smooth skin of her husband's body. She
Deryn's confessionsDeryn's confessions3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I love him
but I can never be with him
The simplicity of being a boy
has cost me paradise
The physical world goes on
half enjoyment, half yackum
but on the inside
I long for him
To kiss him
to gaze into his captivating emerald eyes
to feel that crackle against my skin when he hugs me
to have him be mine
But he will never be mine
He thinks I am a boy
thinks I am just a friend
Thinks I am barking MR. Sharp
I am in deep, deep love with sir Aleksandar Ferdinand of Hapsberg
But he will never love me back.
afghanistan doesn't exist.my disposable incomeafghanistan doesn't exist.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
is fed to the local
pharmacy in exchange
for bright coloured
lacquer, with rainbow
names like 'bo peep'
and 'gum bear'.
how could you ever
feel shame or guilt or
sadness with a name
like 'candied violet' so
adorning your carefully
manicured nails? how a
cocktail of 'coralicious'
and 'tangerine queen'
could make you feel
like anything but a
i sleep in the tropics
in summer and in
the carnival in winter
and it shows on my
nails. i don't own black.
or gray. would you
admit that your sweet
dreams see the things
your waking hours
refuse to? would you
dare let it slip your
lips that he died out
there in your head?
does the world need
to know that you're
worried when he's
joking? when he finds
it... funny... that he's
getting shot at in a
faraway country? that
you can't crumble into
his lap and clutch at
his collar to please
don't go? that you
never knew a soldier.
i don't own sand colour
or army khaki, or the green
peculiarity of his eyes.
SpaceSpace6 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
The orbiter had touched down at Vandenberg, and Lewis and a dozen others had flown cargo the thirty minutes to San Francisco airport. They trudged in from the tarmac in loose formation out of habit, unprepared for the crowds in the terminal.
The debriefing team had talked about friction, that the religious right had taken offense to their involvement in the colony war.
There was an awkward moment when the soldiers met the seething mass of people, unsure if there would be familiar faces, confused by the angry looks and rumbled undercurrent of discontent.
Murderers, a lone voice lit the fuse, causing the crowd to erupt into a cacophonic barrage of unfettered hatred.
The soldiers had faced more threatening forces, but here, at home, unarmed and unprepared, they could do nothing but close ranks and retreat to safety.
Police raised riot shields as picketers raised placards, the two groups squaring off as the tired soldiers slipped away through the terminal.
Lewis took the shuttl
FlutteringsIt hurted.Flutterings4 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
My stomach was hurting for days. Mama said it was probably ulcer or maybe my drinking of so much Coke. But I ate and I ate and never drank Coke, and still my stomach hurted. Even if Mama went to the place where herbal plants grow to get a bunch of leaves so that she could squish them and put them in my drink, my stomach didn't stop hurting.
Papa said it was time to call the doctor, so he put on his funny straw hat and went to call the doctor. And when he came back, there was a funny-looking man that followed him into our little house. He had long kinky hair with white stuff in it and when he smiled he had very few teeth. His skin was brown, and his clothes was brown, and his hair was brown. He looked like mud.
Papa said, This is Pachiko.
And I said, Hello Pachiko.
And Pachiko smiled with the very few teeth that he had. Then he touched my stomach. He touched it for a long time, long enough for me to ask why he was touching it.
Then he took his hand off my stomach and looked a
frictionmy thumbs are hotfriction1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
from the snapping of my fingers,
trying to turn music into fire
waiting for you to burn as you dance
to the sound of my words
and to the rhythm of my bones
I Have HopeI have Post Traumatic Stress Disorder. I have to remember to breathe every time those words come, I dont want to believe it. I still cant believe it. I remember the first time my counselor looked at me and told me that my depression and anxiety might be something more. Great, I thought, What could possibly be worse than this?I Have Hope6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Firstly, PTSD is not a disorder that only affects our war heroes, though that is what its commonly associated with. My own first thoughts were: isnt that a disorder for war veterans or someone who witnessed war first-hand? The truth is there are many causes for Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, for example: witnessing or experiencing incidents, such as mugging, rape, child abuse, drug abuse, illnesses, car accidents, plane crashes, or natural disasters such as hurricanes or earthquakes can all trigger PTSD.
However, not every person who survives a traumatic event develops PTSD, as we all
The Master Chief FactsThe Master Chief Facts8 years ago in Humor More Like This
- The number 117 isn't just Master Chief's identification, it's the length of his penis... in yards.
- There is no energy shield. Projectiles just stop before hitting the Chief.
- Master Chief doesn't need weapons to kill things, the weapons need Master Chief
- The Spartan Mark V armor actually broke because it couldn't contain Master Chief's awesomeness.
- If the marines just stay out of his way, Master Chief can finish the entire Halo story before you can say 'Halo'.
- The Chief did scare some Elites. So much that even their armor colors turned white, that's why there are white armored Elites.
- Microsoft doesn't own Master Chief. On the contrary, the Master Chief owns Microsoft.
- Master Chief's voice has the power to give women orgasms. The helmet he wears merely keeps that from happening.
- There are no Hackers, Modders, Glitches, Lag, and Cheaters. You losers were playing against the Master Chief and he's a better player than you.
- Gordon Freeman sleeps in Master Chief pajamas.
A Civil War EssayThe Civil WarA Civil War Essay8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
By: Nellie Melton
The war began when a bunch of people in the lower hemisphere of Americaland were ticked off at the ones above them because they ate all the pizza. What really used a straw to break a camel's back though was when Lincoln was voted to be the president. South Carolina was all "AW HELL NAW," and separated from the Union. Then, all the other states down there were all "Hey, let's jump on the bandwagon too!" And so they did. However, the Union was going "OH NO YOU DI'INT", so they started the war. This made people generally upset.
The first major battle of the war was when Lincoln was trying to open a jar of pickles. Then, the SECOND major battle of the war was called "The Battle of Bull" or something along the lines of that. This battle was important because a lot of people lost and it made the North and South realize that THIS IS A FREAKIN' WAR AND OF COURSE IT'S NOT GOING TO END RIGHT AWAY. THEY NEVER DO. Unless it's the Seven Day's War, in which Sadako fou
Fallout Equestria: Rules of Engagement Chapter 1Fallout Equestria: Rules of Engagement Chapter 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Special thanks: to my editor tebee without whom this story would be a mess of grammatical errors and my pre-readers
Once upon a time, on the not-so-magical-and-actually-quite-fucked-up planet of Earth. There was a US Marine who signed up to defend his country. He was assigned to a fire team, the fire team assigned to a squad and the squad assigned to a company. Together they defended the area surrounding a Forward Operating Base in Afghanistan from insurgents. If only it were that simple.
Chapter 1: Of New Wars and PipBucks
"As a soldier, you can be sent to any area of the world... you could find yourself alone, in a remote area possibly in enemy territory. This manual provides information and describes basic techniques that will enable you to survive and return alive, should you find yourself in such a situation." Preface, US Army Survival Guide.
" and so I said, 'chicken nuggets? Are you crazy!?'" exclaimed Jackson
The two marines in the Humvee's back seat roa