I DON'T BECAUSE...I don't start conversationsI DON'T BECAUSE...4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
because I feel like I'm being annoying.
I feel like I'm being clingy and desperate
and that no one will care,
but rather look for an escape route.
I don't walk up to people
because I feel like I'm being intrusive.
I wasn't invited, so what right do I have to approach them
and try to mingle?
I don't say much
because I don't feel right
burdening other people with my thoughts
or my problems.
They're mine; I should suffer them alone.
I don't ask for anything
because I feel like I'm being needy.
Others shouldn't have to provide for me,
even when I cannot provide for myself.
I should be able to take care of it
and fix things on my own.
I don't put myself in the spotlight
because who am I to strut around as a peacock?
Besides, I'll probably only end up making a fool of myself.
I don't compliment myself
because I feel like I'm being so vain.
So I won't believe your compliments either.
I don't come around you much
because I'm afraid you'll
Elemental WolfI am the stellar wolf.Elemental Wolf8 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With eyes of amber,
Which hold fallen stars,
And that reflect the moon's glow.
I am the Inferno wolf.
With my fiery heart,
That burns for a mate.
And the passion to run free.
I am the Aquatic wolf.
With my liquid movements,
That help calm my pack,
In times of confusion and pain.
I am the Wooded wolf.
With my pine needle fur,
That stands on end in fury,
When danger threatens my pack.
I am the Aero wolf.
With my bone chilling growls,
And my light hearted howls,
That reach even the heavens in the sky.
I am the Earthen wolf.
With my sand paper paws,
That help me grip,
And rip into the earth when I run.
I am the Elemental wolf.
Though I may seem strange,
With all my forms,
I am actually one.
With one heart,
I am the wolf.
IdiomsWhen plans were made for two astronomically different sessions to cross, both parties thought they had considered of every possible problem. Date and location were set, pictures exchanged, and even introductions were scripted. Nothing could possibly go wrong.Idioms3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
They did, however forget one thing: the language barrier.
As it turns out, Trollian conveniently (or, not so conveniently) translates each participant's contributions to the conversations, which constituted simple understanding. Trollian, however, does not apply to the real world. Thus, John's peppy "Hi, Karkat!" was returned with a rather pissed "D'szg gs'v ufxp rh sv hzbr'mt?"
This simple miscommunication in the planning stages led to disaster when it came to living with one another. "Pass the salt" was purely gibberish to the poor trolls, while the very simple "Kz'hh gs'v hzog" lost all meaning to the humans. When this lingual difference was combined with the already over-complicated troll terms for things, everythin
Didn't You Know?Didn't You Know?Didn't You Know?4 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
A US/Canada One Shot
Matthew placed Kumajiro on the floor and flopped onto his bed.
It had been another taxing day on the North American country. He'd sat six hours in the Allies conference, ignored by all of the Allies. Apparently, they couldn't see him.
"Hey." Kumajiro climbed onto the bed and nosed the back of his head. Matthew rolled over and gazed at the miniature polar bear. "Are you sick?"
Matthew sat up and thought. His deep moment was short-lived however.
There was a tremendous banging on his front door.
"MATTHEW? MATT! WHERE ARE YOU! IT'S YOUR FAVORITE HERO!"
Matthew ran down the stairs and yanked open the door, coming face to face with America, his brother.
Alfred walked in, saying, "I brought you a hamburger. Where were you today, dude? The Allies had a conference! It was something else, too! We got nothing done and China built a city and there was this ghost in the room!" He shivered as he handed Matthew the McDonalds bag an
TINF Fanfiction JulianBy Riiku-Senpai / Striped Orange SocksTINF Fanfiction Julian7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
I. Julians Normally Average Day
Shoving all eight of Sydney Morgans books into your backpack in less than three seconds is your new personal best. You feel as though you could skip up the hall, out the door, down your driveway, and all the way to school if you wanted to. Maybe burst into song, if you really felt like it. You open the front door and greet the sunshiney world with as much cheer as you can muster (its the ungodly hour of 7:26 am, yet this doesnt bring you down on this wonderful day).
You notice the small things; the birds chirping along with the song your whistling (though youre not sure you knew how to whistle before this), the sun shining with the cartoon face happily/creepily grinning down at you, and best of all, you see your friend walking towards you, a hand in the air waving.
The music stops abruptly. The birds fall down from the tree, dead. The sun is no
The Day I Met God II.What do you say to the lonliest man in the world?The Day I Met God II.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
"I think you're doing the best you can."
but in my mind it played past tense.
the best you could.
For awhile I had this sudden urge to hold onto God's hand.
I wonder how long it had been since someone comforted him.
This time, I shifted, uncomfortably.
"It's okay, Kalea. You don't have to."
for some reason I forgot that he knew every moment.
God got up, and walked to the edge of the balcony
i watched him grab the purple clouds and pull them closer to us
"Kalea, do you know what it's like to destroy?"
Yes God, I do.
I knew he could read my mind, but instead I said
I watched God pull the clouds back and let them fly across the sky
God walked back to the balcony wall and held his head in his hands.
WeightlessWeightless6 years ago in Other More Like This
Sharp bony edges
Curved hollow stomach
Pale see-through skin
She loathes the body she wears
Her reflection only eats her
They mock her diseased skeleton
And rejection burns her deeper
The Day I Met God.I met God one evening.The Day I Met God.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The funny thing is, i wasn't wanting to find him.
God was smoking.
"Why are you smoking?"
"I'm God Kalea, i'm stressed."
We sat atop a big balcony and watched his creations move.
"They're so beautiful", God was breathing hard.
But I know they aren't. they aren't. they aren't.
How do you tell God that?
"Why do people rape, and murder and steal?"
God's mouth is the shape of a sinking ship
his face carries the wrinkles of one thousand dying souls.
Alistair's Rose"Here, look at this. Do you know what this is?" Alistair held his hand out so she could get a better look.Alistair's Rose5 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
What she saw was the most beautiful rose. It was relatively small as far as roses go, its petals were of the deepest red, velvety to the touch. It had been plucked before it had bloomed, so the numerous petals were still closed tightly. It was the same rose she had seen him with for some time.
She looked up at him and smiled. "Is this your new weapon of choice?"
He laughed. One of the things he liked about her was that she shared his sense of humor. "Yes, that's right. Watch as I thrash our enemies with the mighty power of floral arrangements! Feel my thorns, darkspawn! I will overpower you with my rosy scent!"
She laughed good-naturedly at his display.
Then his face took a more serious expression. "Or, you know, it could just be a rose. I know that's pretty dull in comparison."
"You've been thumbing that rose for awhile, now."
"I picked it in Lothering. I remember thinking, ho
Make It TrueI'm not the best at goodbye's.Make It True9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm sitting here trying not to cry.
This is just a simple way to say.
I wish you weren't going away.
I can't admit how I feel.
I'm too afraid this isn't real.
There are so many things I want to tell you.
But the second I say it out loud will make it true.
I can't tell you how I feel when you kiss me.
How it ties me down but sets me free.
I can't tell you about the fluttering inside.
Or how I think about you a lot of the time.
How I wish you could understand.
But I guess I've done all that I can.
I just wish you could open your eyes.
Or how I wish I could put down my pride.
So I'll keep it all to myself.
An un-read book upon the shelf.
Because the second I say it out loud will make it true.
I can't tell you how much I love you.
to the sleeplessyou sing theto the sleepless4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
to sleep at night
(and i'll cradle the
comets' tails in my arms,)
etched on my fingertips (you've
got moon craters in the
hollows of your eyes)
so come on, write me a song,
'cause i'm still waiting on my lullaby.
Bifocles and ContaculonThe Tale of Bifocles and ContaculonBifocles and Contaculon8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
By Nellie Melton
Binoculus, the god of glass, was a lonely god. Being the god of glass, he was fragile in all ways, both physically and emotionally. Since his feelings were often hurt, he was not very well liked, and was visited only by the god of depression and upset, Angstes. One day, when Angstes was supposed to show up to play cards with him, he was nowhere to be found. The truth was, Angstes had become caught up in a web of teenage drama emitting from a high school somewhere, and could not make it to Binoculus's home.
This made Binoculus very upset, as he knew very well how lonely he was, and he wished dearly that he would one day be able to have a son to keep him company. Magenera, the goddess of giving, heard this, and swooped down to see him. She ended up bearing him a son, who was named Bifocles, the glasses god. Magenera was delighted with this new invention the boy could create, and in her usual giving way, she flew down to Earth an
002: LoveSometimes, on good nights, I dream of wonderful things. I am rarely sure if the things I see and feel are the misted memories of my past or the daring reach of my heart and imagination sometimes, Laurana teases me that maybe they are neither: perhaps they are clear visions of my future? She always smiles when she says that, and winks, taking pleasure in the rare smile that she sees and I feel crossing my face because of her. I never know what to think of them myself: I barely remember my life, my childhood, before that Night at least not enough to say my dreams are memories. And I really dare not think that I possess the gift of Foresight, a blessing that some of our race used to bear all those years ago Im positive that Lord Azrael would not approve of that. No, no I think that its just my heart and imagination playing tricks on me and teasing me the way Laurana sometimes does not cruelly, but sweetly, lovingly.002: Love6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Invariably, my pondering
A Poem Unwritten -Revised 2010"a poem unwritten" -alternate versionA Poem Unwritten -Revised 20105 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
it's about a boy no longer
and a town that fell asleep
the boy broke the cycle
and ended the piercing silence
he fought with his life
so the people may live longer
but the father was left alone
and now he has a body to bury
this never should have happened
but this is a poem unwritten
told by a father who still exists
that day in class
the boy didn't pay attention
as wrote a poem unwritten
when the boy raised his head
looking for an audience
he found a violent silence
when he raised his hand
to show and tell his poem unwritten
no one listened, no one looked, no one cared
so once more, the boy hid his face
at lunch that day
he cowered mechanically
as sneers and jeers rained
when he raised his head
to find a friend
he found no such thing
when he raised his hand
to share his pain
no one listened, no one looked, no one cared
so once more, the boy hid his face
that night in bed
he fell asleep
just above the horizonlet's take the leapjust above the horizon4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and leave the past behind us,
with only our memories as souvenirs
to remind us
of our glory days.
let's rise above old worries
and soar to greater heights
in a hot air balloon
crafted out of hopes and dreams.
we'll sail away
and never look back.
can't help taking your lifecan't help taking your life11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
There is this hall I walk down almost every day. The walls are white-washed brick, the carpet the kind of overly busy checker pattern that is supposed to keep your eyes off of it and forward. A week ago I saw some girls had set up a little table there on behalf of the American Red Cross with a little banner saying so and that there was to be a blood drive the following Friday. I slowed down to look just long enough.
"You thinking of donating blood?" asked one of the girls smiling at me from across a pile of registration forms. From the red in her cheeks I could tell she still had all her own. But, I was thinking about it, thinking about the needle, the drained feeling, the little sugar cookie and wax paper cup of grape juice, the Snoopy Band-Aid.
I noticed the girl that wasn't smiling so much. I had had a class with her a year ago in high school. Her name was Samantha, though anyone who called her called her Sam. I remembered she was always very quiet, but then so was
Twinkle Twinkle Little StarTwinkle twinkle little star,Twinkle Twinkle Little Star5 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
How I wonder what you are...
Falling down, from the sky,
Crash to the ground and people die...
Twinkle Twinkle little star,
On the ground you'll make a scar...
God's Love Letter to YouThe words you are about to experience are true...God's Love Letter to You7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
They will change your life if you let them,
for they come from the very heart of God
He loves you,
and He is the Father you have been looking for all your life
This is His love letter to you:
You may not know Me, but I know everything about you Psalm 139:1
I know when you sit down and when you rise up Psalm 139:2
I am familiar with all your ways Psalm 139:3
Even the very hairs on your head are numbered Matthew 10:30
For you were made in My image Genesis 1:27
In me, you live and move and have your being Acts 17:27-28
For you are my offspring Acts 17:28
I knew you even before you were conceived Jeremiah 1:4-5
I chose you, when I planned creation Ephesians 1:11-12
You were not a mistake,
for all your days are written in my book Psalm 139:15-16
I determined the exact time of your birth,
and where you would live Acts 17:26
You are fearfully and wonderfully made Psalm 139:14
I knit you together in you mother's wom
Death Note QuipsDid you know that Yagami spelled backwards says Im a gay?Death Note Quips7 years ago in Humor More Like This
Explain to me the logic behind MelloxNear, and Ill give you a million bucks.
Does L ever change his clothes, or is he just that crazy for giant white shirts and jeans? Really, wtf is up with that?...
The question we all want answered: is Mello or girl, or does he just have really bad PMS?
Why did Light have to make everything so damn complicated? It wasnt like we couldnt tell he was gonna lose in the end oh, did I just spoil something for you? Sorry not.
Raise your hand if you also think Death Note is very sexist. I mean, look at how WEAK those girls are, man!
How is it that Matt, a character with only about twelve panels altogether, has a popularity rating thats higher than Lights, Nears, and Mikamis put together?
ZOMG MIKAMIS A
love like smoke.sometimes,love like smoke.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
if you close
you can hear
the sound of
than not, it's a
the timid release
of air into the
but if you
listen hard, you
can still catch
the fluttering of
and dead end
on the tip of
it sounds just
like the pitterpatter
of the ocean's tears,
like salty wishes
apart in the haste
of the wind.
it's the sound of chalk
paintings being chased
away by the rain,
of lost children running
after smoke silhouettes,
of individual fingers
weaving together to
pretend they feel whole.
nine reasons why you shouldnine reasons why you should never love a poet:nine reasons why you should5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
we like to hear things like 'you're beautiful' and
'i'd die without you' but deep inside we always know
you don't mean it.
and it just tears us apart slowly, no matter how much
we love those poisonous lies.
and when you ask 'are you okay?', we're going to
answer with 'i'm fine'. and you'll hear that
even if our bones are shattering inside of us and
our hands are trembling from all the hurt that we go through.
because we play our music too-loud-to-bear so that,
when we're all alone,
it chases away the thoughts that come with the silence:
things that haunt our nightmares and reasons why
we don't like to be alive.
we leave too many s p a c e s between our letters because
that's how we feel. all a.l.o.n.e.
and maybe you'll change that for a little while, but
in the end, it's all the same.
and we can connect with books and movies and music be
i'd hate her if i could.anastasia is beautiful in the way of twilight on the rio grande and doves flying from caged fingers.i'd hate her if i could.5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
anastasia is lovely with smoke-grey eyes, black-pearl-hair and a laugh that unfurls like fog. she is cunning with a witty tongue and spends her afternoons pirouetting across sunstruck-wooden-floors. she has a horizon-mouth thats molded into curved lines around piano-teeth and can make a violin weep with clever fingers.
and i am running late with a coffee stain on my wrinkled shirt and a scar on my bottom lip from putting my nose where it didnt belong. i am tripping over my own feet and dropping my purse and shoving back my wildly curling hair with dry, calloused hands.
i am here with my too-large mouth asking too many questions and painting the world with just enough cynical humor to make the romanticism shrivel in the corner. i am sitting on the pier but when im watching the ocean, im not thinking about how its turning into rain to splatter on orchids. you
StormNo storm of bad attitude is gonna bring me downStorm4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
No storm of hatred and arguments is going to make me fall
No storm of anger and punishment is gonna make me retreat
Because my unbrella is made of rainbows.
How to Win an ArgumentEveryone gets into arguments at some point in their life. Electronic communication receptacles are no exception. If anything, one is more -likely- to find that it is easier to become embroiled in an online argument than anything else.How to Win an Argument4 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
1. CAP THAT If there's one sure-fire way to make a point stronger, it's typing in ALL CAPS. Considering that there are many instances when sound can't travel over the net, one must find the next best available way to be heard. This "next best" way is through "shouting," which just happens to be done online through typing in CAPS. Just like screaming, shouting, and general tantrum-throwing in real life, this method is a highly efficient method of making sure that your point gets across and makes you seem ten thousand times more valid and understandable. Additionally, it makes your argument come on more forcefully and shows the opposition you mean "serious fucking shit" with your side of things.
After all, loud noises work with dogs and small