asea, tonightasea, tonight11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I'm at your door; can hear the brass and bass,
the snare drum, through the glass. It's jazz, tonight.
You let me in and suddenly I'm in
a room of profound poets, who sing their verse
through shining horns, sweet saxophone riffs.
The solos drift so richly, dance among smoke rings—
tonight, when everyone's somebody's cool cat.
There's a girl whose trumpet weeps when she woos its keys,
those wailing notes like Miles would have played.
And the long-haired bassist pains his face as he plucks
away at the tired shape the body makes,
he sways. And when the guitar's clean strings do sing,
it's melody carries a twang so sweet—it's jazz,
tonight. Tonight!— We can be alive, tonight.
And I'm in the corner, no horn in hand, not even
a cigarette for now. I'm just a shadow this evening,
no harmony for me. Just silent taps
of thumbs on thighs; of a breath before sirens sing.
Tonight, blue tunes knew the way through a smoky
sea—found me… Last I heard they were still awaiting
I remember -NarutoxSasuke-Last night..I remember -NarutoxSasuke-10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Do I remember?
I remember the cold crunch of snow,
When I laid on my roof, all alone.
I remember the way my tears froze,
To my cheeks- when I thought no one could see.
I remember nothing about your footsteps
Only the sudden warm breath on my icy face.
Do you trust me, tonight?
I remember the way your hand felt so tiny,
But so powerful in mine, as it led my way.
I remember slipping and teetering,
Not once but thrice. Loving that you'd always help me up.
I remember the sudden warmth of the shop,
My favorite smells, and the familiar smiles of people-
That were more than acquaintances.
I remember the steamy fog,
The warm feel of the bowl cupped between my palms
And I remember..
It's my treat.
I remember the careful calculated conversation,
That wore into loving taunts and secret glances.
That were for once, not about rivalry.
I remember your hand tentatively slipping around mine,
You idiot, you're always slipping.
I remember stan
I Am..I Am...I Am..9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A blank slate.
Written over time and time again, until the canvas is cleared.
The words overlap, covering white space with black, until there is nothing decipherable left.
To be forged again, written by the thoughts of others, a new spirit created.
Written anew, to be wiped clean once more.
For my body,my mind, and my prescence.
But those who want go wanting, for reciprocation cannot be.
Why does this paradox exist? A contradiction, ying and yang.
When you deny the desires of others, your desires are denied as well.
By those near, and those far away.
For what I am, and what I hope to one day be.
Family, friends, and lovers lay claim thier words, but are the meanings the same?
Do I, one soul, have the means to love others as they love me so?
By the hate I see in others, my own rage comes forth.
But it subsides, falling like leaves from an autumnal tree,
For it whisps away like the wind in a gentle breeze,
HonourHonour the Dead,Honour10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
for they've paid the price of living
Honour the Silent,
for they've paid the price of speaking
Think of the Leaders,
for they know the price to follow
Respect the Faithful,
for they fear the price of thinking
Know the Kind,
for they hate the price of hating
for you fear the price of looking
Honour your Thoughts,
for they are the price of knowledge
Know what you Want,
for it is all that is needed
Follow your Heart,
for it knows no hating blindness
Feel the Belief,
for it leads you through no wrongness
Know yourself, your heart, your soul
Be not embarassed or censored or quiet
You are who you are, you can not change
so get the most out of life, for regret gives you nothing
But time to reflect and to sigh in disgust
at what you have done and not done in the past.
Drive My Car: Paul McCartneyDrive My Car: Paul McCartney11 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
The 'Paul Is Dead' Hoax or PID is almost as wide spread as the actual Beatles and their music. Even if the hoax isn't believed, any true fan of the music and the band knows of this very outrageous claim. There are many different ideas about how the hoax started and what the actual clues were. This paper will outline the origins and move through to the supposed clues on the albums themselves.
One story supported by R. Gary Patterson, a long time Beatles fan and writer, was about a man named Tom. In Patterson's book, The Walrus Was Paul: The Great Beatle Death Clues, he cites that Tom called Russ Gibb at WKNR Detroit to report the rumor of Paul's death. The man spent two hours revealing all the clues that he had tirelessly looked for through the album covers and songs to find. Gibb invited Tom to the station for a personal interview that he gladly accepted. According to Tom, Paul McCartney had called the station, quite upset at the idea that he was being spoken about as dead when he was
How To: Write a DrarryHow To: Write a Good DrarryHow To: Write a Drarry5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
1. Start with them hating each other
2. Put them in a room, all alone (detention or trapped in the Room of Requirement will do)
3. They miraculously become friends for no explained reason
4. Ron gets mad
5. They both realize they love each other, but don't tell each other
6. Ron randomly is no longer angry
7. One of them accidentally tells the other his feelings
8. They end up snogging in a public place that is randomly empty (such as a major hallway, the Quidditch pitch, or the lake)
9. They secretly "see each other" (i.e. have sex) nightly in the Room of Requirement or the Astronomy Tower. Strangely, this does not alter their sleeping patterns
10. Hermione finds out
11. They come out in the Great Hall in a shocking way (walk in holding hands, or randomly start snogging. Snogging is the best option). NOTE: it must be the Great Hall. It can't be an equally crowded place.
12. Everyone is shocked, but eventually they all start applauding, even the
Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 10.5Your name is Karkat Vantas.Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 10.53 years ago in Sketches More Like This
For over two weeks now, you've been living in the company of a human. A fucking peculiar human, too.
All of those stories you've been told about the humans, how they're unintelligent beasts whose main objective is driving your kind to extinction, are wrong.
Sure, there's hardly any shapeshifters left, thanks to those fucking humans, but not all of them are cruel and brainless.
Like John for example. John, the happy boy who saved your life, right after another one of his species attempted to kill you. John, the idiotic kid who's impossible to dislike. John, the blue eyed boy who you can't seem to get enough of.
You're plans had been simple. Recover as quickly as possible and then get the fuck out of there before something beheads you. And yet here you are, completely healed, save a few cuts and bruises, and still here, living with a human. A human who is so irritating, and so addictive.
Why is it that this human means so fucking much?
You can't seem to find a
the aftermaththe temple of her body was torn open tonight,the aftermath11 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
desecrated and lit on fire. i swear, gods have burned
and felt less pain than i do as i write these words down,
because she’s crying in my bathroom right now and i have
to go and convince her that the handful of feathers
i have left in my palms could ever equal the wings he snipped
off of her tonight. she will never fly again. she will never
believe so wholly in herself again. her body is no longer
a temple, her body is a landmine, an open wound, a thousand
foot drop off of a bridge, a stranger to her. she will never
again be able to trust her body, to know her body.
this is not the first poem i’ve written about rape. but this is
the first poem i’ve written about rape when my hands
are shaking and i have a twenty second phone call still ringing
in my ears. it’s not about statistics anymore. i cannot
distance myself from the cold, hard facts by using pretty
metaphors about dissolving and beginning anymore
because a gi
The Beast InsideShe called me a foolThe Beast Inside9 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She broke my heart.
The tears run down my face like streams
And burn like acid.
She ripped out my heart
And threw it in the mud.
And now It has awakened.
It tells me to punish her,
Kill her slowly,
Make her suffer.
It tells me this is the only way to end my suffering
To kill the one who hurt me.
I try to resist,
It claws at me inside.
I can feel It moving,
Gnawing at my heart,
Slashing at my sides.
I do not want to hurt her,
Even though she hurt me.
I still love her,
Why can't she see that?
I have no experience in this
I haven't been able to communicate for ages.
And now It yearns to be free.
The only way out is to die,
To kill It along with me
To protect her
And the ones I love.
God, take this curse from me!
Why have you forsaken me!
Forgive me my sins,
Help me, I beg of You!
MockeryPortrays mere darkness within your heart.Mockery11 months ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 11The gentle sunlight dancing on your eyelids rouses you.Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 113 years ago in Sketches More Like This
You wonder what time it is. Your alarm hasn't gone off yet, but you probably need to get ready for school soon. It's the last week before summer break, and the excitement to sleep in soon fills you. You feel comfortable and warm as you begrudgingly sit up and grope around on your night table for your glasses. Your room blurs into focus as you fit them on your face, the clock reading 6:53 AM.
You yawn and shift your gaze around, eyes widening when they rest upon the figure beside you. Last night's events had been temporarily forgotten by you in your groggy haze, but you remember now.
Karkat, in human form, is curled up beside you. You're shocked to see his usual angry face look so smooth and peaceful.
Your heart thuds loudly, and you wonder if it'll wake him up.
Slowly, you reach over and run a hand through his hair. Just like his fur, it's so surprisingly silky and soft. The dark locks tickle your nose as you gently lean in. He sm
Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 12You freeze.Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 123 years ago in Sketches More Like This
The words Karkat had said echo in your mind.
You can feel his hesitance, his hope in the warm lips that are pressed against yours. He presses gently, eyes closed tightly, leaving enough space as if expecting you to suddenly pull away from him.
You snap out of it when he begins to lean away. Your eyelids flutter closed. Your lips follow his, seeking to regain the warmth. Tentatively, you reach out and take his hand, twining your fingers with his.
Now it's the shapeshifter's turn to freeze. His entire body goes stiff, as if the last thing he expected would be you holding him, keeping him close.
You slowly begin to kiss back, to lean into him, his warmth. Your lips move against his and he reaches up to cup your face.
His touch is so gentle, as if you might break. It's so different from his rough personality.
Karkat pulls away slowly, but doesn't pull away, still cupping your face. You open your eyes and meet his.
The pure, raw emotion shocks you once more. But it's different t
GerIta (Request)GerIta (Request)10 months ago in Romance More Like This
A/N: Alrighty, I want to give some people who stumble upon this a fair warning. This is boys' love, albeit this particular one is pretty mild. But, if you oppose this in any way, I would highly suggest you exit stage left.
"L-Ludwig...?" the Italian said, walking into the German's office. His eyes looked down at the floor, almost as if he were ashamed about something.
"Ja, what is it, liebe*?" Ludwig stood up from his desk, slight concern in his ice blue eyes. Something must've been wrong if Feliciano didn't bound into the room happily like he regularly did. He put a hand under Feli's chin, gently lifting his face up to look at him. Feli's honey colored eyes flickered towards the German for a moment or two.
Those eyes always seemed to entice Ludwig, to say the least. Italy's eyes carried something hard to describe. Spirit was a good word... but not the best description. Magic? No... H
Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 10Everything slows down. It feels as if time is being toned down. Not stopped, but slowed, as if swimming through molasses.Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 103 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Your vision is clouded with black hazy spots, and you struggle to make out the scene in front of you in the early morning light.
You see the struggling form and the lithe black predator before you.
The horror courses through you as the terrified wails abruptly cut off. You stop breathing as you hear a sickening snap. The struggling man goes limp.
The last thing you see is a pair of eyes staring straight at you whose colour matches the thick liquid dripping from two large razor sharp fangs. Your vision goes black as you lose consciousness.
Pain. That's the first thing your brain registers.
You groan and slowly open your eyes. Through your blurry vision, you inspect your surroundings, finding yourself in a suspiciously familiar room. A blue room, lovingly decorated with what appear to be Nicolas Cage posters and various images of Liv Tyler.
You're in your be
Shifting Nights Chapter 14 (JohnXKarkat)Your name is Karkat Vantas, and you are currently relaxed.Shifting Nights Chapter 14 (JohnXKarkat)3 years ago in Romance More Like This
You open your eyes groggily and stretch out, your paws in front of you and your back arched.
You sniff and shift your gaze around the small blue room. You feel heavy disappointment settle in your gut when you see that John's already gone to school. You let your ears droop slightly, but try and keep your spirits up. Today is the last day that the human boy has to attend school, then you'll have him for an entire summer.
Spending the days all alone in the house gets lonely and boring. A few times, you've gone out and explored the nearby woods, but even that's gotten old.
You shift back into human form and pull on some of soft the clothes John bought you, before heading downstairs to do what you do every other day. Wait for the boy to get home.
As you settle down in the kitchen with a bowl of sugary cereal, you find yourself smiling a tiny little smile at the thought of the human. It's crazy, missing him so much when he's only gon
Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 6The hot summer sun dances with the shadows cast on the ground by the oak trees as you rush home.Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 63 years ago in Sketches More Like This
You swing the front door open, stepping in. The smell of baking hits you immediately, telling you your dad is currently in the kitchen. You yell a quick greeting and barrel up the stairs. You rush into your room and close the door behind you.
You scan the room, but find no sign of Karkat. This immediately sets you on edge, your front teeth worrying your bottom lip.
"Karkat?" You call quietly, so your father won't hear you. You strain your ears, hoping for a response, but have no such luck.
You open your closet and peer inside. He's not there. You're about to leave your room when you hear something. Is that... Snoring?
You twist around, searching for the boy. You get down on your knees to check under your bed.
Alas, amid the dust and long forgotten books, Karkat's lying curled on his side, his arms pillowing his head. He's in his human form, wearing what seem to be your clothes, A white shir
Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 2"You heard what? John? John are you still there? Hello?" Your mind takes a few moments to register the tinny sound of your cellphone's speaker, now on the ground.Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 23 years ago in Sketches More Like This
You hastily pick it up and press it to your ear.
"Hahah, nevermind. I've got to go."
"What? John wha-" You turn your phone off and look back to the unconscious boy.
He's around your age, pale with a short wild, black mess of hair. He's also frightfully skinny, almost like he hasn't eaten in a while. Maybe he hasn't.
You wince when you notice the wound on his shoulder. A gunshot wound, which looks alot worse on this thin boy than on the large feline's body.
Wait. You were on auto-function for a while not really processing anything, but had that cat turn into this boy??
You'll need to think about that later, because right now, this guy's kinda bleeding to death.
Pulling your hoodie out of your backpack, you wrap it around him, stunned when it nearly covers him. This dude really need some food. Normally, you'd be stuttering and
Watch the World BurnWhen I was young, I was told I’d live to see the world end. I believed it to be true when the earth was split wide and began swallowing everything in its path before closing over it, sealing us in the soil.Watch the World Burn1 year ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
When I was free, I assumed that was that; my world had ended, replaced by one of men who feared the unknown and an unknown that feared man.
I did not expect to find people and a place I could call home, didn’t ever imagine how attached I would become, how much I’d grow to love this odd little group of creatures. So when I watch a girl who I have thought of as a sister begin to spiral towards the dark as did my true sister, I can feel the earth begin to quake once more.
And I cannot stop it.
Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 8You're confused.Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 83 years ago in Sketches More Like This
Like, really confused. And kind of frustrated, too.
So it's been about a week since you decided to save Karkat. Since then, things have been getting... Weird.
Of course, hiding a shapeshifting boy in your bedroom can surely be classified as 'weird', but this weird is a little bit different. You've been noticing things you've never really noticed before. These little things are confusing you.
Things like the way Karkat's black hair sticks up in the morning. The way your shirts slightly hang off of his shoulders. The way his eyelashes are long and dark. The way his cheeks glow red when he's embarrassed. The way he purrs when he's happy. The way he lets a few small smiles escape. The way his cheek bones are so defined.
But it's not only the physical things you've been noticing. You've been noticing other things, too. Things like the way he's always so grumpy and rude. The way he doesn't mean any of it. The way he can be so apologetic. The way he's so easily emb
Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 7Saturday morning, you wake up to the gentle morning sunlight coming in through the curtains.Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 73 years ago in Sketches More Like This
You stretch and yawn, sitting up and looking around you. After some insisting, Karkat managed to get you to take your bed back last night, saying that if he was going to be living here for a while, you could at least take your bed back.
For the second night in a row, he's curled on top of you during the night (Karkat told you he prefers to sleep while in animal form, though you forget why, but you worry your father's gonna walk in and find him some day). The only problem is his weight leaves you numb in the morning. For someone so light as a human, he sure is a heavy feline.
You carefully slip your legs out from beneath him and grab your glasses from your nightstand.
You notice your phone is indicating that you've received a text message, so you turn it on and check.
-hey egbert. i was just wondering what time you want me to come over today.-
Oh that's right! Dave's supposed to be coming over l
Help.No matter how hopeless you feel,Help.10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
or how invisible,
there is someone who is willing,
to help you tie every loose end,
repair every tear,
and help you through it all.
Sometimes it's a matter of finding them,
sometimes they have to find you,
and sometimes is just a matter,
of acknowledging that they exist,
and that you need their help.
So, no matter your circumstances,
no matter your mindset,
no matter how helpless you may feel,
that you never have to go through anything alone.
Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 1Your name is John Egbert, and you're currently sitting in math class.Shifting Nights (JohnXKarkat) Chapter 13 years ago in Sketches More Like This
It's the end of the semester, the warm sunlight filtering through the classroom windows and the air conditioning unit droning in the background announced the arrival of summer in less than a month.
The class' teacher lectures on about the importance of the use of parentheses in your life or something, most of the students either staring at the most interesting ceiling tiles or doodling various images in the margin of their sheets.
Your best bro, Dave Strider, looks asleep, his closed ruby irises hidden by his shades, which are slightly askew and his face is propped up in one hand. You think he might even be drooling a little.
You look over to another one of your best friends, Jade Harley, who seems to be vaguely interested in the lecture.
Beside her, another one of your best friends sit, Rose Lalonde. Her on the other hand, is scribbling down every single word that comes out of the teacher's mouth like her life depen