Broken and empty heart
My heart is broken.
rusted, like old hinges,
from a door never opened.
and dull like and old sword,
that's seen too many battles.
my heart has grown cold,
from lack of fire burning within.
it has grown a shade too dark,
becuase it has never seen the light.
The light of love and compassion,
the fires of longing and hope.
they cannot be found in my heart,
for they never graced it halls.
Broken, shattered, and torn apart.
Not from war waged by love-
oh how that pain doesn't hold a
candle to the greif and angst I feel.
But from the lack of its glorious
and shining presance inside.
From the absence of compassion,
it is filled with dark and woeful longing
for even a breif moment of solace.
Addicted to a Pretty FaceAddicted to a Pretty Face7 years ago in Scraps More Like This
Addicted to a Pretty Face
It was a pretty face.
A pretty face on the TV screen, on some show or whatever that my friends and I happened to come upon while switching channels, looking for something to watch.
At first glance, I spoke out, Oh, hes cute. They giggled and laughed. But as soon as those words left my mouth, they left my head as well. I simply forgot about the man on the TV with the dark brown hair and glassy green eyes and could smile so dashingly.
Until, that is, I noticed him being interviewed on some show, celebrating the fact that the nameless, adorable man was going to be in some odd movie in a weeks. A science fiction one.
Before I knew it, he started popping up everywhere. In my favorite magazines, in the news, on the radio and without meaning to, I made him everywhere. I read about him, eager to find out his name, his childhood story, his birthday, what other shows hes been in and where he lives. I discovered that at one tim
Masterpiece - Drift X PerceptorDrift was a masterpiece painted in Energon. As he walked through the Lost Light’s corridors, splashed with the blue lifeblood of his fellow crew members and interspersed with the occasional fragments of torn armor, he couldn’t help but wonder when his final brush stroke would come. Gasket’s murderers, Dabola, the Circle of Light, the near close call with the Heart of Darkness, and now Overlord’s escape. There were so many deaths on his helm that he was suffocating under the weight of the flashbacks, memories, and regrets. It was a curse. A curse that had tailed him from the day that Ratchet had told him he was meant for something more than rusting homeless in the streets.Masterpiece - Drift X Perceptor1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Drift no longer believed that it had been Ratchet speaking to him that day, especially not with the medic’s sudden change in attitude towards him. The optic rolling, the snapping, the heated arguments. It didn’t take someone with Perceptor’s intelligence to see that Ratchet re
More Than Meets The Optics - Part 1"This is the Brave Police, pull over to the side of the road immediately!" Deckerd barked at the speeding car in front of him.More Than Meets The Optics - Part 12 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
He'd been chasing the same car for twenty minutes now, but no matter how hard he put the accelerator down he just couldn't get any closer to the speeding vehicle. He briefly glanced at his HUD, 80 klicks over the speed limit; this joker was in for the mother of all speeding tickets when he finally realized that Deckerd wasn't going to give up easily. He did have to hand it to the driver though, even on the narrower (and much more crowded) road that had led out to the highway they were on now he'd never once hit or even so much as scratched another vehicle. Deckerd didn't know many people who could drive like that at these speeds.
He's probably had previous experience, Deckerd thought, remembering some of the street races, legal and otherwise, that he'd seen. It was also hinted at in the make of the car in question. It was a mostly white Martini Porsche w
I Am A Child.I am a child.I Am A Child.3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Unsure, yet unafraid.
Innocent, and carefree.
Surrounded by those who love me,
I have the luxury of taking things for granted.
I can afford to waste things like time,
I get what I need, and everything I want.
I am me, myself entirely, and I don't care what people say to it,
Because I am not aware.
I am ignorant, but I am proud.
I live in a world of princesses and knights,
Pirates and ogres.
I am me.
I am perfect.
I am a child.
TF: GoodnightJazz crawled slowly and quietly, or as quietly as a fifteen-foot tall robot could through the forestry of his hiding spot. His optics glared at the flying jet above through his dark visor. He was going to need to make his move soon. The ground shook from plasma blasts as he slunk closer to his designated spot. Is optics flashed over at his fellow Autobots to make sure they were alright. Finding everything safe, he continued.TF: Goodnight7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Lucky for him, he had been watching the jet carefully and found it had a pattern. There was nice opening that would been the jets downfall, too. He kept back a smirk as he neared the opening where the ledge stood. He crouched down low as the jet passed again, letting off a range of missiles at his fellow bots. He growled beneath his breath, but remained where he was. He had to time this perfectly. The jet passed once more and he took off, silently thanking the Twins for this move.
His sleek form was but a blur of silver as he darted out of the trees and
Molten LoveThe last thing I heard was the pounding of my sparkbeat.Molten Love2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
As my life faltered, the sound grew louder and stronger.
In that final moment, my spark blossomed into an inferno.
The ragged edges of my wound glowed molten hot,
But that flame was nothing to what smoldered inside me, the true source of my end.
I wasn't burned to ashes by my anger, my betrayal, or my sorrow.
The thing that fueled the flames of my demise was love.
My spark grew too big to be contained, and so it erupted.
I bled lava for you Skyquake, the price I paid for knowing more love
Then anyone has any right to know. It was when the love grew too strong
That I was finally extinguished.
Transformers: The ChoiceThundercracker was different from the other Decepticons.Transformers: The Choice6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Many of his fellow Cons had changed over the countless cycles. None of them had noticed, but he had been watching. He had watched cycle after cycle as they descended into the madness that had swallowed them whole and cursed them to the fiery Pits of the Unmaker. They had all lost themselves to the killing and destruction long ago. Even his triad members had befallen the same fate. Skywarp had once been more care free, but now was obsessed with war. Starscream, well, theres was actually too much to say about him. He, on the other hand, had not changed. Unlike all the mechs around him, he had not changed since the first days of the Great War.
He alone could still recall their true goal. He did not know why the rest could not remember it, especially when it was something they had all longed with their entire spark. He did not know why they had lost themselves the damning madness of the chaos of war and let it darken thei
I Am An Adult.I am an adult.I Am An Adult.3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
Wary and watchful,
So much to fear, yet so little.
I work hard, day by day,
I stress easily,
But I don't give a damn.
It's not hard,
That's what they always say.
What they want you to think.
But it's hard.
I am alone,
I am inhuman.
I am a machine,
Placed on this earth for your convienence.
I am here to serve you,
To serve the world.
I am me.
I am careful.
I am an adult.
If We Could Speak Once More...I can see you brother.If We Could Speak Once More...2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Be glad you can no longer feel me; the thin veil between life and death, dimension and dimension, that separates us is a blessing to you. However, do not be so foolish to believe that the connection we share can be so easily broken. Even if it is clouded we are still one, and we always will be.
Can you feel the touch of Unicron inside you? If I still had the ability to, I would apologize for the inevitable corruption of your spark, but all that is left in me is anger. That thirst for revenge you feel, yes it is yours, but I fuel it with my own animosity, making it a force so powerful not even you can fight it. Can you not see it, brother? You are transforming, becoming like me. And you always said I was the hotheaded one .
Perhaps you were right. What you fail to realize though, despite all of your intelligence, is that we are two-halves of a whole. Even if I was more temperamental than you, what lurks inside me also lurks inside you. The anger I had the
At the Heart of CybertronHe stood at threshold of the tunnel that led to the heart of Cybertron, and he wondered how it had come to this. He'd put his whole spark into the task he had been assigned, and yet he had still failed. Why had the Core ever bothered to bestow the Matrix on him, a mere data clerk? A mistake that had led to . His optics slowly slid over the terrible scene before him. The pit that had once housed the Well of Allsparks was completely lifeless, which disturbed him greatly since this place had once been the source of all life for the planet. The twisted corpses of Autobots and Decepticons alike littered the ground; it seemed as if there wasn't a place left on Cybertron that wasn't a carpet of the deceased.At the Heart of Cybertron3 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
The tunnel glowed dimly with a disturbing violet light, a side effect of the dark energon that had destroyed the planet. Even after all the dark energon resources had run dry, leading to the eventual starvation of all life on the planet, the planet still bore the signs of its infecti
She Lives AgainI'm on the road to getting my life back.She Lives Again3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
But not risks.
In over a week,
I am happy.
My spirit is happy.
I am learning to live again,
To see the good in everything again.
Anger does not control me,
I do not live by hatred and pain.
I am no longer in the dark end of the tunnel.
I see good, destroying evil,
More so than I ever have.
The light is beginning to shine through,
And it's all thanks to you.
His Buddy, Optimus"His Buddy, Optimus"His Buddy, Optimus1 year ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
I'm Baggie. I used to live by the dumpster behind that Fancy Italian Restaurant off the corner of Broadmore 'n' 33rd street. The kids called me Baggie 'cause I carried a worn out plastic bag with me ev'rywhere I went. Inside were trinkets I've had with me since I can remember.
There was a tarnished, golden ring inside, flat as the cracked sidewalk I lived on. I think I stepped on it once, but I still carried it in my bag. I think it belonged to my dad, if I had a dad. At least, I'd like to think it came from my dad, 'cause I don't remember.
There was also this red book with pages torn up 'n' stained so bad you couldn't tell what was on 'em. There's a faded picture of a white rabbit wearin' cloths on the cover of it. I can't read, but I still carried it in my bag. I liked to look at the pictures inside sometimes at night before I went to bed. I dunno why, but I always felt pretty darn happy after seein' some of the pictures of thos
I Hear Your Cry...Brother, I feel you.I Hear Your Cry...2 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
Everything I've known is a lie, even you. I thought you'd always be there for me, but then one day you simply were not. Such betrayals are all I've received in recompense for my honor and loyalty.
Do you remember how you promised me that you'd return in glory when you entered that stasis pod bound for Earth? You're still gone, though. And where is your glory now, Skyquake? Mine hardly matters anymore. It's built on lies of lies. Second-in-command of what? A pack of honorless scoundrels. I see that now. Not even my honor can patch the leaks in the Decepticon system.
Dearest brother, I don't want to be angry with you. Yes, I loved you while you still lived. I still love you now. But I find it difficult to find room for anything but this anger. This overwhelming rage. Where does it come from? There's too much for it to arise from my spark alone.
It's as if you were still here, as if your anger were feeding into mine. Is that what it is, Skyquake? Talk to me! I need
Squishy Skipping on SundaysIt was a bright, clear Sunday morning over the Hoover Dam, and Prime was enjoying his early morning drive. It had been difficult to get his brain around the concept of days, weeks and months on this little planet, but Sunday days were definately his favourite because they were always so quiet.Squishy Skipping on Sundays6 years ago in Humor More Like This
As he was returning to the old S7 site which had now been converted into his official residence, he noticed two pairs of wings perched on the very top of the dam. One silver, one gold, both neatly folded up and very close together, obviously trying not to be noticed. There were only two Cybertronians on Earth who had wings - Megatron in silver, and Starscream in gold. These two never sat together for long without fighting, so Prime immediately knew they were either a) doing something that would get them in trouble or b) already in trouble and planning their way out of it or c) lying low until they could cause more trouble later.
If they're swapping rude websites again they're both going over t
Only Skin DeepOnly Skin DeepOnly Skin Deep10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I'm not vain
Alright, you can stop laughing, giggling, snickering, rolling your eyes any time now. Really, I'm not vain. I just happen to be very confident in myself and my appearance…. Ok, so maybe I am a little vain; but I wasn't always like this. Once upon a time, I was infact, quite a sorry sight to behold.
Tracks didn't remember anything about his creation. He didn't even remember who, or what, had created him. He just remembered lying on his back. Tracks. That was the first word that came to his mind, though he didn't know from where. Yet something told him that word belonged to him, was a part of him. It was his name. He activated his optics, and at first, all he could see was the darkness of space above him.
He sat up. The gears in his energy storage banks ground together. He knew he had to find sustenance somewhere, or he would die. But where could he go? He didn't even know where he was. Core programming said he was on his home planet of Cybertron… but where
Almost Surviving.I see you everywhere,Almost Surviving.2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I guess you could say I'm crazy.
Not much motivation,
I've been a little lazy.
Life is fine, thanks for asking,
It's pouring in the streets.
Skating to and fro with friends,
At least the two halves meet.
Much ado about everything,
Drama seems to be a trend.
I'm sorry if you don't understand,
I no longer have my own hand to lend.
I'm tired of wasting my precious time,
You pretty people, just go away.
I love you all, you know it's true,
But only when I'm insane.
The Shortest Romance EverWhen people are not careful with powerful relics, to put it simply, slag happens. In this particular circumstance, a poor innocent soda machine was birthed into a cruel world. He didn't live long, but his short existence was full of epic battles and epic romance. The soda machine was just doing his job, sitting around waiting for someone to insert a coin and pick a flavor. Then out of nowhere, life happened. Some blundering buffoon dropped THE CUBE and released a bunch of mystical energy that did stuff. Who cares how it works? All that matters is that the soda machine was granted life.The Shortest Romance Ever3 years ago in Romance More Like This
If only THE CUBE had seen fit to give him intelligence too, but that would have been asking too much of a mystical artifact that contains limitless amounts of information. Mountain Dew Decepticon wasn't one to complain though. Life was enough for him, and he took to it with vigor. The moment he was hit with the wave of energy, he jumped up in excitement, transformed into his four-armed root m
Last GoodbyeLast Goodbye3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How deep is the lake
I might find out for my own sake
But is it deep enough or will it be in vain
Can the water really drown my pain
I shiver and feel the weakness deep in my bones
I feel the pain in my chest and throw some stones
I watch the rings as they grow and faint
I am as she makes me feel, just like foul paint
You feel sad and angry and I have grown tired of always being that reason
That's why I don't find this as treason
Because though I still remember
I can feel the promise burn my heart like ember
Yet, the temptation is so strong
What if I did it and you were wrong?
There are so many, many ways to end this pain
Maybe just some pills and then the train
But my dear ones, will you be alright
You may not be human, but I'll keep you in sight
I will keep guard over all of those to me nearest
And though the one who once stopped me, now made me do this, will still be my dearest
This is not goodbye
Though my life is a lie
I have still to much to accomplish
Too many pro
Shh.Shh, and hear the silent screamShh.2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Of the girl you used to be.
Held you for a MomentPerceptor?Held you for a Moment6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What is that? The minty teal femme winced a little as she knelt down to examine a strange organic creature that had flitted underneath the rock at her feet.
She had accompanied the scientist outside the Ark to help him install several environmental sensors on and around the mountain. It may not have been the smartest thing to do in her current condition. Earlier that morning during field training shed managed to do a number on her ankle when she had stepped down on the edge of a small rock, twisting and rolling the articulate joint. It had hurt terribly, but on the battlefield she wouldnt be able to slow down for an injury as minor as that, so she certainly hadnt allowed it to slow her down in training either.
She knew she should have had it looked at. The medics were constantly scolding her for waiting so long to get treatment for her injuries, but Perceptor had asked her to help h
Tickle Me MelanTICKLE ME MELAN!Tickle Me Melan5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
by Chill Winterheart
"Look Melan~!" I heard her squeal in delight, pointing at the orange-streaked Tokyo sky. School was done for the day, and we were flying home.
"Isn't it beautiful?" she asked softly. I gazed briefly at the tiny, brown-haired girl in my arms and looked up at the sky again. I nodded in agreement.
The crisis between Earth and Brigadoon finally ended a few days ago. With both worlds stable and the next Day of Pasca a hundred years away, I decided to stay with Marin at the nagaya. This despite the protests of the Chairman for Life Improvement Committee. This despite my own fear that I'd be useless to Marin, now that there are no more enemies to fight.
But my fears proved unfounded. Days passed by and I become more and more comfortable with the nagaya's daily human routine. I now escort her to and from school on a regular basis, and sometimes accompany her on her paper route. I no longer sen
an ode to whimsyi. contemplationan ode to whimsy4 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
i've wondered sometimes:
when should we take off the princess gowns
and pack away our toys
and pack up a suitcase
don't want to grow up.
at least, not
i kind of want to be afraid again,
not of financial situations,
needles and bagged white powder.
i want to be afraid of the dark,
or of the monster under the bed,
or of the villain from peter pan.
i want to be afraid
of being told on,
of being caught during hide-and-seek,
of being left alone.
(i still never want to be left alone)
the first time i traveled by myself,
i cried myself to sleep.
i was told later on that this was
normal, yes, you'll get used to it.
so i don't do that anymore.
because it's just not something
that grown-ups do.
apparently as a grown-up,
i was too fat, too round,
too chubby, too plump.
so i stopped eating for a while,
just to prove to everyone
More Than Meets The Optics - Part 2Deckerd was about ask Power Joe for more details on the case when the main comm link to the headquarters activated and McCrane's voice blared through.More Than Meets The Optics - Part 22 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
"Power Joe! We need you down here right away! We need Super Build Tiger to deal with this." The urgency in the normally calm combat detective's voice was as clear as day ... but what could get McCrane so worked up on what should be a surveillance mission?
Deckerd didn't get time to ask since Power Joe was already out the door. Not hesitating Deckerd raced after him. Chances were if Super Build Tiger was needed then a little help from J-Decker wouldn't be out of the question. Deckerd triggered the link with J-Roader to start up and follow him once he got on the road. There were days he was glad that the ability to issue the unification command had been transferred to himself, Duke and McCrane.
Seconds later Deckerd charged out of the garage and shifted to his vehicle mode, J-Roader tailing close behind him. He caught up to Power Jo
More Than Meets The Optics - Part 3Prowl watched as the three Seekers darted off, presumably back to their hide-out in the sunken hulk of the Nemisis. When Hound had first alerted him of their approach he'd ordered Mirage and the twins to continue a head and take a separate path to the Ark to get reinforcements while he, Jazz and Hound distracted the Decepticons. Admitted, he had no idea at the time what Starscream and his miscreants were up to but he wasn't going to sit around to find out. When the Seekers hadn't pursued the Autobots further than the first bend in the dirt road leading to the Ark Prowl had begun to wonder if there was something he was missing. He'd turned around to close in on the invading Decepticons with Hound and Jazz. They'd found Starscream and his trine fighting amongst themselves over how best to deal with a mech they had surrounded.More Than Meets The Optics - Part 32 years ago in Sci-Fi More Like This
When Skywarp had made that little comment about simply terminating the mech right there he had made it clear that the mech was not allied with the Decepticon