FallenFallenFallen5 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I'm walking on a tightrope. Completely alone I stand suspended above the abyss. Sweat beads on my forehead and my palms are slick and clammy as I clench and unclench my fists. I stretch my arms out wide, taking a single shuddering breath and holding it deep in my chest. A tentative step forward, then a flash. Only a moment but it's there and I see it. A bloodstained hand grasping my ankle. Another and another until nothing but images of death and destruction surround me. Scoot, Matlock, Smith, Derriere, Nathan, Jones, O' Reilly, to name but a few. The images of the dismembered and disfigured corpses of my comrades, my friends, flash before my eyes.
Their deaths plague me, theirs and a thousand others. I want to shout and scream, but in this strange world of stagnant air and perpetual night I have no voice. And then I realise I'm falling. No gust of wind or sharp push has toppled me; but my mind has unbalanced and unhinged me. For a moment I hang almost frozen in the still air,
Headhunter's DirgeHeadhunter's DirgeHeadhunter's Dirge10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we the window-
takers, spear spirits. wei-wa-la.
the bright tooth
stabheads the spiked skulls
thrusting. we suns rise razors on the eye
lift lids oh sightless oh.
fashioned death the artifice
the fire and workman hammerless but bloodstained:
metal pour in, metal pour away.
we long lean sharplid shadows
with the moon.
Dear You pg1There he was. That gorgeous kid that always sat by himself at lunch. I knew I had been holding back for too long, and I knew that this was my chance. After all, it was spring and I had practically stared at him every day. I usually went home after school starving because I forgot to eat, too distracted by him. It must have been something in his eyes. Something secretive, something... that kept pulling me towards him. I don't know how to explain it, but it was like it was calling me. It had been calling me all year and finally, I decided to walk over to him and set my tray down next to him. That way, I could glance at him from the corner of my eye without him noticing.Dear You pg16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I was shaking, and I knew it, so I began idly poking my rice with my fork. I cleared my throat and said, "I realize you sit by yourself a lot." Not good - my voice was trembling, as well. I felt myself turn beet red. What a moron.
The kid said nothing. He blinked, but that was about it. He just jammed a grape into
Permanent MarkerPermanent MarkerPermanent Marker8 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
We both said it would last forever,
Like the names we wrote on our folders
With permanent markers-
But even permanent marker begins to fade-
Like the rest of our lives,
Just withering away-
So I go over the names on the wall
With a marker every day,
In the hopes that even though it rains,
The ink won't fade-
So when we wrote on our arms
With the permanent markers,
And we promised it would never die-
I see now,
That in the rain,
The inks will fade,
And that you lied...
Keep BreathingThe storm is coming...Keep Breathing6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The blonde's cell phone rings with a happy tune. He pulls it out of his pocket and smiles at the Caller ID, flipping it open. "Sasori!" he says excitedly. "I knew you'd call! The skyscraper is amazing. It's like nothing I've ever-"
"Deidara," the redhead on the opposite end says, almost sternly. "You have to get out of there."
"I know you're upset that you couldn't come with me, but sheesh." Deidara rolls his eyes, as if Sasori could see it.
"Listen to me, Deidara." Sasori switches his phone to the other ear. "On the news... Look, just leave. Please."
"Why?" Deidara asks, puffing out his bottom lip slightly. He puts his hand on his hip and says, "You're kinda scaring me." There's an odd, choked noise on the other end. Deidara falls silent for a moment, then asks, "Are you alright?"
Sasori clenches his fist. "I will if you just get the hell out of there! Deidara, there's a bomb! It's not one of your little artistic fireworks, it's a real bomb! It's a
Dear You pg13I moaned. Why did he have to torture me like this? He knew I didn't like it.Dear You pg136 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Stop being such a baby," he said with a grin.
"I HATE butterflies!" I growled.
There was a giant, colorful butterfly on his nose. It had flown into my house from when we walked in, coming home from school. I had started freaking out when it landed on his nose, so he had somehow tackled me without the butterfly flying away. He was sticking his face really close to mine in a very awkward position. I hoped Mom wouldn't walk in.
"Why do you hate them so much?" he asked, crossing his eyes to look at it.
"They're disgusting. You think they're all cute and pretty but when you see them up close, they're so nasty-looking." I turned my face to the side so I wouldn't have to stare at the stupid butterfly. He finally climbed off of me and walked outside to let it fly away. When he came back, he was laughing to himself. He laid down on the floor next to me.
"I can't believe you're scared of butterflies," he laughed
Roman HolidayRoman Holiday12 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The gypsies pick my pockets, pick my purse
Their clever fingers deftly, softly pressed
Against my skirted hip, my sweaty breasts;
On swelt'ring, crowded buses, tourists curse
And slap the hands of gypsies; none the worse
Are they for failed attempts to cheat their guests
They disappear like ghosts into the rest
Of those who guard their pockets, guard their purse
'Gainst thieves on such a hot, unpleasant ride
'Til I, a naïve trav'ler, turn my head
Then gypsies press up closer to my side;
Pretending not to notice hands that tread
Across my body; I will let them roam
For through their gestures, I am part of Rome.
Bar Hopping with the DeadThey lost Bob in Hong Kong.Bar Hopping with the Dead5 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
Terminus pg5The weeks flew by and Sasori continued attending school without speaking to anyone. The news of Deidara's illness had spread through the school quickly and quietly, and teachers didn't question Sasori's odd behavior. They simply let him be, knowing that even if they tried to speak to him that he would only offer one-word answers, if he even answered at all.Terminus pg56 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
And every day Sasori walked to the hospital to visit his friend. They would talk for a few minutes and then remain silent, just sitting there for hours. Every moment spent with Deidara was treasured and important. If Deidara had been capable of walking, they agreed that they would have gone to museums and arcades and amusement parks to make his every last moment the best of his life - or what remained of it. But this was just an impossible dream among many, and the knowledge that it would never come true was enough to bring tears to even Deidara's eyes as they spoke of it. After all, he had never been to an amusement park, and neith
Pirates pg1"Master, you know your father would rather you not play with swords."Pirates pg16 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Oh, do calm down. I'm not a child. I know how to use a weapon." The blonde boy danced around his elegant bedroom like a true swordsman, swiping and stabbing at imaginary enemies.
"Well, don't say I didn't warn you. He shall be very upset."
The boy spun and pointed the tip of the blade to his black-haired servant's throat and looked at him with vivid cerulean eyes. "He shan't be upset of what he doesn't know," he said with a chuckle, and put the blade back in its sheath. "But thank you for checking on me, Madara."
The elder sighed and said, "So be it. But when you gouge your own eye out, do not come crying to me."
"Captain, land ho!" the young brown-haired boy shouted from the crow's nest. He climbed all the way down and dashed up to the captain, who was a rather short man with blood-red hair and chocolate brown eyes. "We've reached land!"
"Fine job, Tobi, but I heard you the first time." The captain ruffl
over-extensionhere i am cultivating my little garden of loneliesover-extension4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
a sponge, a chair, a shoulder
here i am with a wad of cotton batting, filling up my cadre of empties
line you all up on the shelf in the back of my head
pull you off and hey, lovely, how are you today?
how was the test the date the hospital the visit to the morgue
did you panic did you leave him did you hurt yourself
are you all right?
here i am lab doctor of chemistry far away, drugging up my
Dear You pg12I was sitting in the Geometry class next to Hidan, as I had invited him to. He shifted in his seat a lot, obviously nervous. After all, he had never been welcome to talk to me. I usually ignored him, walked away, or got into a big argument.Dear You pg126 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"So, what made you even want to go out with that guy?" he asked, starting with the most annoying question.
"Is that really any of your business?" I countered.
"Well, sorry. You know that I'm just concerned." His face turned pink. "Even though it's none of my business."
"It's alright. I shouldn't be such an ass to you." I snickered. He forced out a quiet laugh. We were keeping our discussion to a whisper, only half-paying attention to the teacher. I only looked at him from the corner of my eye to assure that no one else in the class saw me talking to my "enemy."
"You have an excuse though, because I'm the same to you. Worse, even. To be honest, it's mostly jealousy." He shook his head and chuckled again, his cheeks now a bright red. "Bu
Dear You pg2Ah, I guess I jumped into the story a little much there, didn't I? Let me introduce myself. My name is Deidara. I've got really long hair, but I don't want to cut it because I personally think it's kickass. There's this big long strand that covers my left eye. Sometimes I pull part of my hair into a high ponytail, just for a unique twist.Dear You pg26 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I've got blue eyes. I'm also not afraid to wear eyeliner (guyliner, ha!), so I put it on every day before school. Hey, someone told me it looked sexy once. Too bad it was a girl, though. They're okay, but there's just something about guys that's just a lot more appealing. I admit, every once in a while I see a girl that I think is cute, but not often. Call me whatever you want.
That guy I was crushing over? His name is Sasori. He's got kinda shaggy reddish hair and hazel eyes. He also has really thick eyelashes, but it just adds to his charm. He's definitely the best damn thing I've ever seen, and I don't regret saying that because it's true. Male or
ScarsMy arms are burning with painScars2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The scissor is cutting memories
Blood is taking the sensations
My head is dying with my emotions
An army is fighting with an unknown enemy
My eyes begin to blacken
I'm without breath
The black is white
The white is black
There is no grays
in this blackened rainbow
Broken pieces, lost keys
Broken memories, dead skin
Scars from the inside out
There is nothing left...
don't get me started on googolsI was thinking about a trillion today.don't get me started on googols3 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I read an article in the New York times today that said
we domesticated first-world humans consume one trillion plastic bags every year.
I read online that the United States combined national debt is sixteen point nine trillion dollars.
Imagine a trillion plastic bags.
Imagine sixteen point nine trillion dollars.
Imagine a string of a trillion plastic bags full of sixteen trillion dollar bills,
stretching out in a tied-together line around the earth, spiraling out in orbit.
Imagine a beach.
Imagine counting the grains of sand on a beach.
Imagine a trillion grains of sand.
Imagine a trillion seconds.
Imagine how many leaves are sitting on your front lawn yet unraked.
Imagine how many.
Imagine how many lawns it would take to get to a trillion.
Imagine how many bottles of soda you buy every year.
Imagine how many bottles of soda you
and your friends
and your friends' friends
and your friends' friends' friends
buy every year.
Imagine how many stars.
peace.a dog-eared copy of oscar wilde's dorian greypeace.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
pale-colored window light beams in my boring
pastel-green striped men's shirt size extra-large
breathe my steam on the window and wait for winter dawn to break proper.
Memories Within My TestimonyLast night of camp, a roaring warm fire starts to blaze.Memories Within My Testimony4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone sits in silence.
Cold winds blow making everyone closer together.
Eyes fixed on the fire, waiting for someone to speak up.
Tears begin to pool as every once in awhile,
someone stands up and pours their heart out.
I start to shake, not because I am cold.
But from what my heart wants to say...
Before that summer began during the school year,
English class wasn't going so well.
Third quarter and a F stood in my way.
Working on tons of homework in that class I felt despair.
I was too far behind,
Homework became a pile of a headache mess.
Tears of frustation fell from my face.
I became overwelmed and didn't know what to do.
A little thought came into my mind. Pray.
Pouring my heart to the Lord saying,
"Help me, and that I needed to pass this class.
That if I did well this quarter I would work harder next quarter."
I don't know how, but I managed to get a C.
Joy flooded over me, until last week of the school year.
A soild F in
Biology of the Staple RemoverBiology of the Staple Remover10 years ago in Humor More Like This
The Staple Remover (Connectiva Chompicus), while one of the smaller creatures in the office, still holds the reputation as a much feared predator in the ecosystem.
The most prominent characteristic of the Staple Remover is its four long fangs that give it an almost menacing smile. Non-venomous yet quite sharp, these fangs are capable of latching on to its favorite prey, the Staple, even when it is firmly rooted in its most secure habitat. Its deathgrip secure, the Staple Remover crushes the helpless Staple's defense and drags it out for a viciously rewarding meal. Although more often observed as a solitary animal, a pack of Staple Removers has been known to strip the metal from a conference presentation in less than a minute.
Once a year, the male Staple Remover instinctively returns to the office supply store where it was purchased to engage in a savage mating ritual: the capture and takedown of a Multi-use Color Copier. Many are lost
Dear You pg19"God, I'm going to jail." Sasori said under his breath. We both still stared at the television, not really caring to see what was on. "I'm going to jail, I'm going to jail, I'm going to-"Dear You pg196 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
"Will you shut up already? You're not going to jail."
"Why would he go to jail?" Mom asked. We both jumped. She had been standing in the entryway from the living room to the kitchen. We stared at her for a minute, racking our brains for lies.
"He's not. Uh... It's a line from a movie." I said nervously. He nodded and she raised her eyebrow, then said, "Okay..." and disappeared again. He sighed and stopped tapping his foot, switching instead to chewing his fingernails.
"Okay, I know you weren't this nervous when it happened to your parents," I said quietly.
"Yeah, but when it happened to my parents, I didn't know that what I was doing could get me into a shitload of trouble."
"Stop chewing your nails. It's annoying."
He looked at me and then stood up to pace around the room. "I need to do
othersome other, other, souther-other1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
oft soft, soft, soft
cat named moira
a world to yourself
Life As a PianoLife is beautiful, isn't it?Life As a Piano1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
A row of white keys
is our happiness
A row of black keys
is our sadness
The music plays as our lives
start the journey
grandeur as it is
melancholy as it is
White keys and black keys
illuminating us, sweetheart
How can we live
with just one of them?