The Truth to LifeDo we have a purpose, is a question one will often askThe Truth to Life9 years ago in Open More Like This
Is there a higher power out there, some greater task
The truth will hurt many, not only a few
People have a hard time dealing with that which is true
There is nothing greater that watches your back
Deal with it, stop crying and build your own stack
You are responsible for the life that you lead
It is not someone else's fault when you don't get what you need
If one wants the stars, they must be grabbed by one's own hand
Nothing in life is freely given there is no promised land
So the question remains, why are we here
For those without faith, the answer is painfully clear
We live only for today and if we are lucky the morrow
To us there is no afterlife, but that brings us no sorrow
Self improvement is our main goal and it starts in the here and now
We refuse to be filled with illusions of grandeur and get fat off them like a cow
The best of us seek improvement in every area we can
Without the proper balance of self there can be no co
SH2 Novel - Chapter 2ASH2 Novel - Chapter 2A3 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Silent Hill 2 : The Official Novel
By Sadamu Yamashita
Translated by Lady Ducky
Chapter Two Someone's Lurking in the Apartment- Part A
Having successfully escaped to a safe place, for now at least, James sat down on the ground to catch his breath. What would have happened if he hadn't gotten through the fence? The wire mesh seemed to tremble in fear as the fog danced through the heavy air. The monsters seemed to sense that their prey had escaped, and they had all given up and left. There wasn't a wriggling body to be seen anywhere.
Once his heart rate slowed and his cold sweat ceased, James finally got back on his feet. His cheeks still felt a bit numb, but overall he didn't feel as sick as he had earlier. At least he didn't have to worry about dying from poison anymore. He was just worried. Woodside Apartments What was waiting for him on the other side of that door? &
Silent Hill- WalterHe is nothing more then a mere child. All he ever wanted was to see his mother smiling down upon him. Is that such a bad thing? The people from the wish house tainted his innocence, burning down all hope for his young hearts wishes. How can you see such a corrupted face? How can you look past this child and see whats not really there? All thoughts yeas of lying and pain, locked away forced to eat his cell mates and yet, he could put on a smile. Just the thought of his mother letting him in gave him his will to move on. Do you see the rituals where only for this childs dream. He never met to cause the pain that he did. Let him sleep in the room witch he was born in and awaken into his mothers embrace. Floating away like a feather in the wind. The haze will lift and his nightmares will disappear. This frail child will rest in the peace that is desired and us all will fallow them up into the brightly lit skySilent Hill- Walter6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The dawning of the new day, shines brightly with his smiles. Th
Poem- Sweet Silent HillWhen an unnatural fog covers a town,Poem- Sweet Silent Hill7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
when a scream is heard or a body is found,
a man with a gun and the will to go on,
a quest for a daughter who had been lost all along,
a pyramid helmet atop the head of a beast,
a myriad of demons hungry for fresh meat,
a world which is calm can turn hellish at times,
confusion runs rampant as the town comes alive.
A religion resides at a church on the road,
to birth a great demon while destroying the world.
A hospital that was once home to the impaired,
is now nothing more than a monster-filled lair.
You can run, you can hide, but in the end you must fight,
not just for your sanity but also for your life.
Now pull out your weapon and try for your goal,
but remember the warnings you've always been told.
This town is vicious, its aim is to kill,
welcome to Hell on earth, our sweet Silent Hill.
Poetry AssignmentShe was a troubled girl, says the color of her dressPoetry Assignment8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
hanging over a torn up and damaged door;
a sad one too, says the tear soaked bed in
the corner; A strange, God-hating
one, says the carving in the wall and
the positions of the rocks on the shelf;
but not a girl of society, say the poems
of suicide and depression on the desk.
A cat lived with her, says the scratching
post near the door with catnip covering the
floor around it, and it lived in the room
says the bag of cat food ripped open.
Light was scarce, say the candles melted
on the desk dripping down to the floor,
and so was food, say the half eaten bars
of food and bags of chips.
Something went wrong, says the knife in
a puddle of blood. Poems on the desk say
she was not part of society; the color of
her dress say she worn it many times.
And the cat? Hairballs line the floor like soldiers -
cat food, some black hair, a few potato chips.
Something went wrong, they say.
Revenge of Alessa .:ROA1:.THUDRevenge of Alessa .:ROA1:.7 years ago in Horror More Like This
Hinata Hyuga kicked the rubber practice sheild Gai-sensei held in his arms. She began punching the red mass of rubber in front of her as Gai grunted, trying to push against the 13 year old girl. He had to admit, she had gotten stronger after she began training with he and his other student. Gai thought about the subject for a moment, grunting against her anger-filled strength. Then came the tears, rich and salty, with a grindy, griddy texture. Hot on his pale cheeks. He noticed she had gotten weaker too, though; since the accident.
Gai stared at the snarl on Hinata's pale face as she quickly struck the dummy with a powerful combo, nearly striking it raw.
Ever since what the two had called the "accident" had happened, they had both become weak with depression. They trained less, ate less, and saw their peers and families less. The two had fallen into their own Hell.
Gai remembered the horrid day as if it were yesterday. The sprint into the Konoha Hospital had been filled
Maybe...Maybe my love is darkness,Maybe...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
maybe my mind is ill,
maybe I'm full of nightmares,
but I'm here waiting...still.
Maybe my kiss is poison,
maybe my touch is pain,
maybe I'm full of demons,
but I'm crying ever in vain.
Maybe my breath is coldness,
maybe my voice is storm,
maybe I'm full of evil,
but I'm a little repulsive worm.
Maybe my blood is toxic,
maybe my heart is dead and black,
maybe I'm full of reminders,
but I'm waiting for you to come back.
Maybe my body is nothing,
maybe my passion will kill
maybe I'm full of your lies
but I will love you...forever and still...
telescope sunglassesthe genuinetelescope sunglasses5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your skin's just
a union of verse
inside of me
MusicMusic means more to me,Music3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Than most people care to understand.
The AbusedYouve kept her locked ^u^p^ in that cageThe Abused6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is she not supposed to escape?
FaCe ThE StRaNgE CHAPTER TWODally sat in the common room or Ravenpaw sketching a picture of Hiei and thinking of his kiss. Suddenly se looks up at the fire in front of her and a face appeared!! The fire turned blue like water but it was fire and the eyes wee yellow.FaCe ThE StRaNgE CHAPTER TWO5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
hello said the fire
Mom? asked Dally
Jut then Mystique came out of the fire she was naked but she didnt have nipples.
now that you are a wizad I can give you my powers said mystique. She handed me an orb and suddenly the room turned colors
AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH screamed Della. She was in a lot of pain and sufferage.
Then mystique disappeared leaving dally with a belt with an X on it. She was now a mutant.
Dally could feel a new rush hour of power in her organs. She tried it out and turned into a bat! Well I could already do that cuz Im a vampire lol she thought to herself, so ten she tried it out again and turned into a a demon chaos chao! A little spiky ball was above her head.
My Silent HellPut that book down and pay attention Alessa, or Ill have to give you an F on this assignment! The teacher said sharply towards me, making me jump and lower my head as I met her harsh stare. I quickly stowed my book in my desk and lowered in my chair, obviously embarrassed.My Silent Hell6 years ago in Horror More Like This
Sorry Mrs. Gucci. I said quietly, trying to ignore the muffled giggles and taunts that seemed to be coming from all sides.
Mrs. Gucci seemed satisfied and continued on with the lesson. My mind was focused on all the words she was writing on the chalk board. All of a sudden, something hit the back of my head. I looked behind me to see group of girls in the back of the room, all giggling and pointing at me with mocking stares. I sighed and turned back to the teacher. This was normal for me. No one at this school liked me. In fact, no one in this town liked me except my mother. I never really understood why. I was good in my studies, nice to everyone and never got in trouble. It puzzled me
the geography of not sleepingWherever he stoodthe geography of not sleeping6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
the ground gave way beneath him
(she was too busy digging holes
to be the hand
I hoped to hold)
The resulting updraft would sweep
a primordial arc to his apex
(it was the same old smoke she blew
with wool pulled tight
new sheep, same fold)
He's easiest to spot
just after dusk blotting out
the pale neon
of the third street bar.
pH. DearpH.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Sometimes I wish you would just strangle me.
Then at least this pain would have an end.
I don't want to feel my heart in your mouth,
crushed up against your teeth with your tongue.
I am not sugar.
My heart will not, should not,
you can pretend it's...she speaksyou can pretend it's...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
that once-in-a-while way
familiar to earthquakes
and the end
when she's alone
shake (alone with her)
she's buried in the bottle
you can bury me in boston
wide-eyed and wondering
this same sky comes crashing
won't claim I wasn't warned
about hanging stars from expectations
second nature embarrassment and
first nature proceed anyhow
I'm still reaching
but she's on the other side
and what do you mean...sometimesand what do you mean...6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I wish you people
would stop taking
Bitter BrocadeAh, ha ha,Bitter Brocade6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I get the joke,
even as you beat me,
to the punch line.
Oh, no no,
I don't like the laugh,
even as you beat it,
out of me.
If the key to comedy,
is the timing,
you just earned,
the city's lock pick.
This bitter brocade,
gives me an excuse,
to excuse myself,
a sorry excuse, all around.
So forgive me,
if I forget to taste,
and proceed directly to swallow,
feeling it all sink in heavily.
This deep ache,
I'll try to thank you,
without sounding sarcastic.
Ah, ha ha.
don't take my word for itfragment your fictiondon't take my word for it6 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
art is a part of heartbeats
just stop wasting words
it was a promise.we're out of breath, you&i;it was a promise.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
your hands no longer holding
me against the curve of your swan neck.
strings that pour forth from my heart,
you've played them all,
broke them, fixed them, broke them, fixed them,
broke them, left them.
now i am broken.
if termites come,
i shall wish for rust.
that way i shall not watch
as i am taken away piece by p i e c e.
beyond this door
music drips from a summer breeze.
another one, i see.
her music is different.
but i can promise you
my strings will remain truer
than her keys ever will.
The meaning of true loveThe meaning of true loveThe meaning of true love8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Is having to let go.
The meaning of true love
Is not to let it show.
True love is a rose
Until you find its thorns
Then its like the devil
Driving in his horns.
True love can mean the world
Till you find out its not
And then its only a fire in your eyes
That continues to get hot.
But sometimes true love
Can be what you wished for
And then you go through life
Wanting more and more.
The meaning of true love
Is to be broken and to be glued back together
The meaning of true love
Is that you will be searching for it forever.
I hope this letter finds you..on the evening youI hope this letter finds you..4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
you've spent the past
doing nothing but
you will be
all too aware of
the feel of youth
your bad habits
used to have
your heart out
when measuring moments
will seem only
less about living
with love be-
from the pavement
Why do I love GodI love God because He loved me first.Why do I love God7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I love God because He cares for me 24/24 and 7/7 without getting bored.
I love God because even though I do many mistakes, He always forgives me when I tell Him sorry.
I love God because whenever I talk to Him, He is there.
I love God because He loves me even though I mess up.
I love God because He always answers my prayers, His own way.
I love God because His way is always the best.
I love God because I enjoy being with Him.
I love God because He enjoys being with me.
I love God because when He doesn't give me what I want, He gives me better.
I love God because He is stronger than my enemy.
I love God because He can do everything.
I love God because when I travel, I don't have to use a long distance phone to call him.
I love God because He always has all the time for me.
I love God because I can't pay Him back, and I don't need to.
I love God because the things he asks me to do make my life better.
I love God because I can always ask him for help.
Church IncidentChurch Incident10 years ago in Humor More Like This
I was looking around the Church. I was sitting far back enough so that the most of the mass was lost in the high, painted ceiling, among the cherubs and the gold leafing. The people around me were looking for God. There was one man reciting Hail Mary's, one after the other, not listening to the words he was saying. One woman was sitting there, weeping quietly. One or two were asleep.
They would never find God. There was only one way to find God, I knew, and that was to be looking for him out of the corner of your eye…
"Aha!" I yelled, standing up, turning around and pointing… Pointing at a man with a dirty mop in hand, and an overbite. One of the sleepers had roused. The priest at the front didn't miss a beat. "Sorry." I told the janitor. "I thought you were someone else."
The janitor watched the embarrassed man walk out quickly.
"That was too close." He said as h