BrokenBroken tears to match a broken smileBroken10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Broken dreams; broken hopes for tomorrow
So broken, and nobody ever knew
What the extent of this brokeness would do
Happy for a minute and then lost all the same
Happiness taken like it was some sort of game
Lost in a spiral of confusion
And tears flooding with emotion
Pain pumping through veins instead of blood
With every beat, more pain; no love
Walking; not feeling each step
Body numb; like there's nothing left
So broken, so broken
And nobody ever knew
What the extent of this brokeness would do
There is a GodThere is a God7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There is a God,
no mystery about it.
Just look into the sky,
and you will see.
Touch the mountain peak,
and you will see.
Just take a breath,
hold deep then exhale.
And you will see that,
there is a God.
He is in the laugh of every baby,
the glowing smile on their faces.
In the heart of each child,
dancing with the innocence of this life.
He is holding that woman up in her pain.
Giving that man strength in his trials.
Speaking words of life into the hopeless,
shining light into the darkness.
He is God.
He is the whisper in the wind,
calling out your name.
He is the Eye in the storm,
waiting for you to call out to Him.
He is everything you need,
you just need to realize it is Him.
There is a God,
and He is everywhere.
In the oceans tide,
in the gull's cry,
in the fires blaze,
in the clouds rain,
in your hearts song.
There is a God.
Sentimente pierduteSentimente pierdute6 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
o ultima atingere, un ultim sarut,
o ultima privire, pierduta-n trecut.
tot ce a fost, tot ce am avut
e sters, uitat, pierdut.
si a ramas un gol ce doare,
lacrimi calde si amare,
amintirea ce-mi apare,
doar in vis si-apoi dispare.
unde ne-am pierdut de noi?
printre ganduri de apoi
murdarite de noroi.
sentimentele-au fost pure,
mai putin sau mult sigure,
dar au vrut sa ni le fure
cei cu inimi reci si sure.
si acum e-atat de greu
dar stiu, in sufletul meu,
ca de azi mereu, mereu,
vor vorbi de tu si eu.
Beaten LivesBeaten Lives11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The fear in us.
To hear the scream.
To Hear the Cuss
about the scarred remains,
of the broken lives,
of us, the beaten wives.
SmileSmile,Smile2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because I know you can.
Because you know that someone loves you.
I love you.
Because you're gonna go far, kid!
Because you can do great things.
And you will do great things.
Because there is a light at the end of the tunnel.
Smile, because no matter how bad it gets,
I will always be here for you.
Because you are valuable.
Because you are lovable,
Because you are capable.
Because you are beautiful,
Both inside and out.
Because you will make it through this.
Wings: a song of self-confidencePianoWings: a song of self-confidence2 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
By Hunter Barnes, 'Sage'
B min. G
D maj. A maj.
B min. G
D maj. A maj.
These wings shall take me high
B min. D maj.
Above the clouds, beneath the sky;
A maj. G
Clearing cliffs and mountains tall,
B min. D maj.
Over hurdles big and small.
A maj. E. min.
I shall never taste defeat
B min. D maj.
So long as these wings lift me.
A maj. &
The InvisibleThey are lonely at nightThe Invisible2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And are ignored, even in light
But are too scared to fight
There is nowhere to go
There is no one to see
They are lost
They are quiet as death
But yearn to be loud as life
It's their constant eternal strife
They are forever searching
For that special light
That returns their sight
They are invisible
But are always "seen"
Even in their dreams
This constant fear resides
That no one will by their side
Either to love
Or simply just because
...They were lonely at night
And were ignored, even in light
But were too scared to fight...
Muted SensesI look,Muted Senses2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And I see,
But I'm not where I wanted to be.
And I hear,
But I am deafened by the tension,
By the lack of "recognition".
And I feel,
But without you, nothing is real.
A Friend to Care For ~Deep in the forest of Mekuii, far from the hustle-and-bustle of Hatuna, resides a young girl named Kemekii. She doesn't mind spending her days here. She prefers the crisp, cool air, the luscious green meadows, and the natural beauty of the forest that surrounds her in it's gentle embrace. She loves the exhilaration of hunting for her food, rather than having it handed to her. The overall serenity soothes her heart and soul as she reads ancient scripts from ages past. It's a very simple existence for Kemekii, and she is content with this.There is one thing she yearns for, however. A friend. Someone who will stand by her through thick and thin. Someone who she can spend her days with. Someone who she can share in her love of the Ancients with. Someone she has yet to find...~A Friend to Care For2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"-And the two families were once again joined unto one another, the Calips and the Monnets, but at what cost? The daughter and son of these two prestigious names now lie cold, and lifeless...", Kemekii
I Am MeI am me.I Am Me2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You are you.
Isn't that what we're supposed to do?
Wherever I look
All I see
Is everyone's individuality
Losing it's clarity.
No, not me.
This isn't how I want to be.
To turn my smile
Into a frown
But I won't-
I won't back down!
They shun me
Because I am "different"
I believe that is quite evident.
But I am me.
And I think that's the way
It's supposed to be.
FIC - Fall of the Blue SpiritFIC - Fall of the Blue Spirit8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Tales of the Spirit World: The Fall of the Blue Spirit
I. Of Gods, War, and the Demon General
"In ages past, the Gods and Spirits and Demons of the World Beyond once lived among Men. In that time, our world was a dark and dangerous place, for the Great War raged between Agni, the glorious King of Heavens Fire, and his eternal enemy, Tui, the fell Lord of the Seas. Between these two and their kingdoms, there could be no peace. No God nor Demon nor Spirit could live and not choose allegiance to one or the other.
"It came to pass that a great and terrible demon swore himself to the service of glorious Agni Yǎn-sui, the Blue Spirit. His skin was the shade of darkest flame, his eyes the empty burning yellow of a spider-serpent. His flowing mane was the blue-black of the starless midnight sky, as his horns and brow and crest were ivory, hard as forged steel. He rose quickly through the ra
Book Four: Air - Ch 4, Pt 2Book Four: Air - Ch 4, Pt 27 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Suki dipped a cloth into cool water, wringing it out before returning it to Sokka's face. She dabbed at the sweat beading on his forehead and he watched her with blue irises that seemed too bright against the flush in his skin and the bruise-like shadows under his eyes.
"And then what happened?" He asked, and she could hear the buildup in the back of his throat. He swallowed and the lines around his eyes tightened. Between the painful looking inflammation and his rising fever, she was surprised he could even pay attention to her story, but he was hanging on her every word.
"Well, after that we decided taunting the Unagi didn't really fit into the training regimen."
He laughed once before breaking into a coughing fit and Suki dropped the cloth and grabbed a water pouch. She held it to his lips and he sputtered, spilling half a mouthful of water down his chin and growling a wordless complaint at his helplessness.
"It's okay," she tol
TwilightAs I watch with each passing minute the decreasing daylight,Twilight2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And watch as it turns into blissful twilight.
I count every star
For every moment I've wished I was where you are.
Unfortunately, I ran out before I had even begun.
How does one as mysterious as the moon
Shine as bright as the sun?
Why do the physical properties of this Earth hinder me so?
For I would have taken my place in your arms
Long, long ago.
Why does my heart continue to yearn for love
When it seems it is only a thing I can dream of?
Does it punish itself for past wrongdoings?
Or possibly of my many misgivings?
But, perhaps this is truly different...
...Or am I being too blatant?
You really are a wonderful gentleman,
But I can't help but wonder:
Will my heart just be broken again?
Valentine?Like two birds of a single featherValentine?2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We have found one another
And it's really quite true
That I have feelings for you...
Just know that I really do care
And I'll always be there
I'll be your shoulder to cry on
Even until dawn
Even If you are far from home
You still melt this heart of stone
You've mended this old heart
Now, what about your's...?
You say that you've gone cold
That your heart cannot take anymore
But I want to take out the thorn
So that you can love once more
But, are our feelings mutual?
Do you think of me, as I think of you?
Tell me please, will you be mine?
Will you be my Valentine?
To My Beloved...To My Beloved...5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
To my beloved who lies asleep in her bed,
I write you this poem that is forming in my head.
I wish to be that lesbian girl, the tripp wearing,man hating, art inspired,
The girl I know you at once or still have desired.
I know that you love me with all of your large and well guarded heart,
I know I am YOUR girl the one you never went to be apart.
Yet still I have lingering thoughts in my head,
I want to be the dyke you desire, the one who is the man yet the woman in bed.
I know I love you and that you love me too,
I know you want me forever, I know that your love is the truest of true.
I strive to be the man hater who laughs and jokes,
I want to be the woman in emotional control, instead of the girl who cry coughs and chokes.
I know that you need me you have told me in words,
I know that I complete you, you picked me of them all in the herds.
I need to be that weirdo who dresses in chains and in mostly black,
because I want to be like you instead of this that is me, a poor turtle on her
Ichabbie- Under the WeatherLiving in new century isn’t easy for Ichabod Crane. Somewhere between the pollutants from all the new technologies, and the stress that his body is under from having to adjust to his new life, things are beginning to take a toll on him. Currently stuck in Abbie’s home, Ichabod is bed ridden with a chest cold.Ichabbie- Under the Weather2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Abbie brought Ichabod to her home when she found out he was sick with a fever and chest ace. She didn’t want to leave him in the care of some unnamed employee at the department, so now she was nursing him on her own. She left a little before Ichabod woke up, in order to purchase more supplies.
It’s only been 2 days, and the man has already run her dry of cough drops, tissues, and Vicks vapor. But Abbie figured it could’ve been worst and wasn’t going to complain.
Ichabod finally awakens and isn’t exactly sure on what to do with himself.
He decided it would be a good idea to read through a magazine about pop culture. Enticed by the i
Open The GatesOpen the gateOpen The Gates4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
But enter at risk
If you lose
Then you won't be able to quit
Do not stray
You will get lost
If you do
Then you won't find the way
Open the gate
But enter at risk
I got lost
And now I wish I could quit
How to Raise a SociopathHow to Raise a Sociopathic Serial Killer from Birth:How to Raise a Sociopath12 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Ages 1-3: be nurturing, it is necessary in order to raise a physically and mentally strong child. keep only one stuffed animal. anytime the child misbehaves (after the age of 2), hit the stuffed animal (or remove a limb) and say, "look what you're doing to teddy! you're hurting him!"
Ages 4-8: buy a puppy and keep it until it's old. let the child become attached. whenever the child cries, beat the dog and say, "you're doing this to your puppy every time you cry!"
Ages 8-10: the child reaches an important stage where love is starting to be reciprocated. this is when children start learning HOW to show love. get mad and severely beat the child anytime you catch them practicing this. say "love is a weak emotion! killing will make you stronger! you don't want to be weak, do you? this is what happens to weak people." Then proceed with the torture.
Ages 11-14: divorce or kill spouse. (this works best when the mother is the one who leaves/d
Daemon's Story"I'm going to kill you." A voice echoed in his head. Daemon's eyes shot open as massive claws struck at his face. He jumped away but quickly realized there was no escape. He had to fight.Daemon's Story6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Several years earlier
A Ralemear boy was born. His pale blue fur was soft and gentle. His ears drooped as he yawned. His striped tail swished happily.
"We'll name him Daemon." His mother said
"Daemon. What a fine name. I see great things for you Daemon." His father spoke softly as he stroked his son's head.
Daemon smiled his first smile and struggled to perk up his ears.
A few years later
Daemon was a six year old Ralemear. They were an anthropomorphic species. His extremely long rabbit like ears twisted and turned as he listened to the others around him. His bear like claws gripped at the ball he was playing with. A long big bushy lemur like tail wagged from side to side. Little nubs had started to appear. "I wonder what you'll look like." He pondered. Someday, claws were going to appear
HungerMore secretive than the dragons, colder than the griffons, as strong, fast and powerful as the three pony tribes; the changelings are all these.Hunger4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The legends say it began with an alicorn in love. She fell for the stallion of her dreams, but he was betrothed to another. Jealousy boiled within her like balloon ready to burst, until one day she killed the thieving mare in a fit of rage.
Murder was virtually unheard of in the alicorn city, but she felt no remorse. The stallion was rightfully hers, after all.
Taking the victim's place was a simple trick of magic. Finally, she had her stallion. But she knew the love he felt was for the mare she posed as, not herself. She needed to feel that love directly.
So another spell was crafted, one of darker origin that would allow her to directly tap into the energy of his love. These magics did not sit well together, and slowly, she became an abomination of dark magic, as twisted as her own desires.
She was not blind to their effects. But the love
Red velvet cake recipe Rainbow Dash EditionRed velvet cake recipe Rainbow Dash Edition4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
How to make red velvet cupcakes out of Rainbow Dash
(No Rainbow Dashes were harmed in the making of these cupcakes)
This is a guide on how to make cupcakes that I think cupcakes made from pony flesh would look like. That is to say the cake itself is red, and the frosting is light blue, but not from pony hide or guts, from food coloring!! These can be made from scratch, and as such, do not have to be red if you are squeamish, but that is just the convention (though convention is with white frosting, not blue, and red sugar sprinkles, not rainbow, but shh!).
These are really yummy tasting and I recommend you make these, nao! This can also be used for a full on cake once you have the batter and frosting, but these instructions end in cupcakes, so sweet and tasty! This is also written for people who don't know baking very well, like me (even though I am somehow good at it). I also add some humor, so if you don't like that, why are you watching My Little Pony?
This is my cousin Susan's reci
The Weeaboo's Guide to WarThe Weeaboos Guide to WarThe Weeaboo's Guide to War8 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Wapanese. Weeaboos. Japanophiles. They go by many names all indicating the same type of person. Said person is obsessed with Japan, clinging to anime, Japanese culture, and sushi to provide them with entertainment. Many of these people, though theyd disagree, are woefully unprepared for life in a war zone. Hopefully this guide will serve these people well and turn them back towards the righteous path I like to call Reality.
First of all, how do you know if youre a Weeaboo?
- Watch anime exclusively, rejecting other cartoons made in North America or Europe?
- Insert random Japanese words into your English sentences? (Neko, Desu, Kawaii, etc.)
- Own a sword for purposes other than decoration or sport? (IE fencing)
- Fawn over Pocky?
- Want to marry a Japanese person for no apparent reason other than that theyre Japanese?
- Make that stupid peace sign in pictures?
If you answered yes to two or mor
I'm sorry, NatureI'm sorry, for what we've done,I'm sorry, Nature3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
We've held you against your will.
I'm sorry, for what we've done,
We've killed you to test our skill.
I'm sorry for what we've done,
We've taken away your young.
I'm sorry for what we've done,
We've let your feats go unsung.
You try to live around us, we drive you away.
You starve and seek our food, we call you pests and hurt you.
You fight to protect your young, we call you savages.
You are dying because of us, we put you in a cage until you die.
You willingly die for us, we disregard your sacrifice.
You are nature, made to be free.
We are the humans, who wish to control you.