HugMy arms are opened, waiting to greet you, to hold you tight, feel your heart beat next to mine. Let me give you a hug, let me lay a sweet embrace to free you, for a moment from this world, so you could be safe and loved.Hug7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Tell me about your day, I want to hear all your frustrations from this routine called life, share every detail, explain how you felt through the hours we were apart, tell me the stories, because you know I always want to know, you are my world and I will listen to you.
Give me your friendship, since its the foundation of our relation. I will help you grow and I will accept you for who you are. Let me be your shadow, fallowing your every step, I want you to know that you can depend on me.
Let me be your support when your skies are grey and everything is going wrong. I want to cheer you up, to kiss your pain away, to give you suggestions and be your guide when youre lost. I want you to know that I will always be there for you, to encourage and help.
SurrenderSurrender7 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
This bulletproof vest
is mere muslin to your hands;
strip on, strip on, love
CryingCrying10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Some people told me I shouldn't try
Because all you do is make me cry
But I love you to much to let you go
I love you more then you think you know
You tell me that you just don't care
All those times I needed you there
to hold me when i hurt real bad
to dry my tears, and take my sad
you can't understand how i feel inside
when it was over, I just died
All I want is for you to see
is what you really mean to me
Ever since that horrible day
that i heard those words you had to say
I can't stop thinking about you
I want you to know all this is true
Everything you've read
is about the things you've said
I'll never, ever stop tryin'
But I am so sick of Cryin'
Photobucket complaintDMCA Notice of Alleged Infringement ("Notice")Photobucket complaint6 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
1. Identify the copyrighted work that you claim has been infringed, or-if multiple copyrighted works are covered by this Notice-you may provide a representative list of the copyrighted works that you claim have been infringed.
insert links to your original work/wklej link do oryginalnej pracy
2. Identify the material or link you claim is infringing (or the subject of infringing activity) and that access to which is to be disabled, including at a minimum, if applicable, the URL of the link shown on the Photobucket website where such material may be found.
insert link to the stolen work from Photobucket/wklej link do skopiowanej pracy na photobucket
3. Provide your mailing address, telephone number, and, if available, email address.
insert your full name and mailing address - yes it is required for legal purposes/wkel swoje pełne imię i nazwisko - jest niezbędne dla legalnych celów
4. Include both of
Time Will Heal The ScarsTime Will Heal The Scars13 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Time Will Heal The Scars
The wind blew through his curly black hair as he blew into his saxophone, standing on the boardwalk listening to the sounds of the beach. He had been playing in this spot for years, and the sound to him was like an old shoe. The kind of memory that he could not throw away despite how useless it was. His saxophone case was nearly empty of the coins and bills that it usually contained. Tourist season had ended, and like the birds, everyone had migrated elsewhere for the winter months.
There was a chill on the air coming off the ocean. The man put down his saxophone to rest, leaning his thin back up against the railing of the boardwalk. At 45, he had been gifted with a young face, but the years of playing outside just for money had taken their toll on his hands, and they bore the marks of someone twice his age. He sat with his fingers clasped over his knees and stared out at the ocean, its green-blue waves throwing themselves on the sand with a fury that co
HopeHope10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
it seems that i have the ability
to see the hearts of burning stars
but not the privelege to hold them
i can witness heaven walk before me
but i cannot walk with it
everytime, this adds another chamber to my heart
and fills it with the weight of every smile i cause
and every breath that follows
i am kept from the face of beauty by vines of roses
tethered to a withered lotus by the thorns
always just about to break the surface
as another chamber in my heart grows
i know my intentions are pure
but maybe, it's just my skin that's not
maybe beauty is only that reflected on the surface of the water
since surely, i can see her, but not myself
and i could be content with that
if it weren't for every time i try to break the waters
another vine restrains my hand
begging me to reconsider
and come back down into the lotus
to fold myself in the memory of shells
and the faded petals of the past
someday i'll touch the surface
i will fill my heart with stars
and i will make my own salvation
The TempoA while back a colleague of mine brought up in a conversation that somewhere in the world someone dies with every second that passes by. On the other side of that coin, he said, every second someone is born. He said it so matter-of-factly, as though it made perfect sense that there be some sort of universal scale of grief and happiness, life and death. I dont know for sure that what he said was true, but today theres two particular seconds I cant seem to get off my mind.The Tempo7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I used to have this business associate by the name of James Silver. He was pretty young to be as far along as he was. I cant honestly say that he had much of a life outside of his work, at least not that I knew about. Of course you could see him out occasionally, maybe having lunch with friends or partners, and possibly every once in a while it would be a woman. But men like James simply did not have time for a personal life. Guys like him were driven to succeed, maybe by their own will or volit
Tommy and the Boys_prefacetoo_Constantly counting coins causes clever counters to prosper,Tommy and the Boys_prefacetoo_7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
but advice is like beef, best taken with a grain of salt.
Clang, clang, clang go the machines on the assembly line.
They are Calvinists, destinies not their own.
A goes to Z and what do you get
always the same, the alphabet.
The factory boys go down to the bar,
And Tommy O Rourke, well he has a cigar.
And he sits and he drinks and he watches the game.
And hell do it tomorrow night just the same.
And tonight hell take a needle and stick it in his arm
To make the world stop hurting and give him some charm.
And Johnny, young Johnnys a real mans man.
And every day he comes up with a plan
to bag him a girl to go home with him.
So he has someone to be with when the lights go dim.
Everyone thinks he lives quite the life,
But he wants to kill himself cause he just wants a wife
And Stephen old Stephen he just sits in a chair
And all of the guys, they give him the stare.
They dont know why he goes out to t
My First KissThe moment was awkward and all was stillMy First Kiss8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One moment we were laughing and then silence prevailed.
Our eyes met but I grew afraid
Quickly I blushed and looked the other way.
But he just smiled at me and took my hand
Sometimes I just hate it when he always understands.
And even more when he tucks my hair behind my ear.
He looks at me like that and logic just disappears
I get weak in the knees, my hands start to shake
Has anyone ever compared love to an earthquake?
If not, I would have to say thats how it makes me feel
I have to sit down or I cannot deal
And he just laughs at me as he sets me down
Safely, I sit upon the ground
But hes still looking at me strange
Is my secret out? Does he feel the same way?
But what if he doesnt, I thought too much?
And theres no secret meaning behind his touch?
I hate it when I do that
Its the reason why I never did well at math
Maybe if I say somethingwhat is this?
He just touched my
Accompanied by Dead CarsMost of the people in Portland had starved.Accompanied by Dead Cars8 years ago in Socio-political More Like This
That was what it was like there when I left; things had gotten so bad that I couldn't fathom staying there longer. And, truth be told, I wasn't the first to leave. I didn't leave until my entire apartment building was empty, except for me. In fact, I left on the exact day I went down the stairs (the elevators hadn't worked for months beforehand) to pay my rent and found out that my landlord had expired that morning.
I walked into his office and saw him just lying their, head down on his desk. He was bundled up in his winter clothes; we all had been since the furnace broke down and no one came to fix it. I looked at him silently, then looked at the check in my hand. It was doubtful my bank still would've validated it, anyway. I walked over to him, checked his pulse and found out that he, like so many others, had died. Whether he died of the bad cough, or the cold, or from no food I couldn't tell and didn't care. I picked him up, his small asia
Punctuating Dialogue: A GuideStandard Punctuation: DialoguePunctuating Dialogue: A Guide7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Sometimes we read dialogue so often, punctuated in so many different ways, that we either forget what we've learned (if that was anything memorable to begin with) or we rely on instinct to guide us. A common example of this can be seen in the opening dialogue of darksouldream's piece, Bobby:
No, replied Cindy `I think his sister Becky is staying with her, but she keeps muttering about parents out living children. The doctors been keeping her pretty sedated.
Most Americans will cringe at this. Why? Well, double quotation marks are the more acceptable usage (the "traditional convention") in American Standard English. However, in British Standard English, both the double quotation mark and single quotation mark are used. What's the rule? Stylis
One Part Pink, One Part BlueLife is like soaring aboveOne Part Pink, One Part Blue5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And like drowning far below
All it takes is a push and a shove
My thoughts my own personal foe
Laughing and playing with everyone
Crying and sleeping all day
Headstrong, stubborn, and ready
Not caring if I've started to decay
Optimistic, loving, and caring
Depressed, run down, and worn out
On top of the world, forever daring
Sickened and always in doubt
Sunrises, rainbows, and adventure
Grey skies, bitter tastes, and dead ends
Two halves, but one whole together
Polar opposites who can't remain friends
Reaching Out To SanityReaching Out To Sanity2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I can hear the music,
playing in my head...
That brick wall melody,
that leaves me dry and bled.
Back out, unsound, way past
The naive embrace,
clutched like the withering vine,
so doubted in commonplace.
That sorrowful harmony,
with mysterious limbs
running like mad
through my mind, so dim with fog.
In my wake do I hear that music
of the morbid and downtrodden sound...
Sweet, the symphony of my imagination...
the chaos, although so profound.
Stained, my face with the misery
Of this occupation of thought,
not much, yet the burdens are stiff
within the acidic net, am I forever caught.
Think Tank The lanky technician pushed open the door for me, and I stepped through into a room populated by ten large black pods. Each was about eight feet tall, with a four foot square base. Each had an array of tubes and wires emerging from the back, and had a computer terminal on the front, with two screens. One screen showed an infrared image of the pods occupants, with a bioscan readout. The other showed plain text.Think Tank7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
And this is where my father is? I asked, frowning at the pods. The technician nodded.
Luminary Marcent, you said, right? he said. I nodded, and he pointed at the pod second in from the left.
There he is.
I had difficulty reigning in my temper. My father had said he was going away for some time to join some big government think tank. I didnt realise that hed meant it quite so literally. I walked over to the te
Hidden Behind Masked BeautyHidden Behind Masked Beauty4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Cover my face in this gorgeous makeup
So that I may feel beautiful inside and out
She takes a tool with a beautiful color
And brushes it across her face
Just the slightest touch
And her face can be transformed
Into a beautiful work of art
Putting on this makeup
Has become a daily routine
And without it on
She feels as though
She is naked
It gives her a boost of self confidence
Without it on
She doesn't believe she is pretty
No matter what people say
She feels ugly without it
This makeup you see
Is a guardian unlike any other
It has become a mask
That hides her pain
And all of her insecurities
But in reality
Her natural beauty shines brighter
And all that truly matters
Is what's on the inside
Not the makeup of worldly beauty
The Deviant's DictionaryThe Deviant's Dictionary10 years ago in Humor More Like This
$- A title that commands respect, such as "Sir," "Duke," or "Bass Master." Also: ', @, ^, #, %, and +
Adoptee- A subspecies of deviant, which attach themselves to larger predators, much like remoras or temporary tattoos.
Anime- One of the most thriving, fastest-growing religions in the world today.
Avatar- The tiny, tiny window in the computer screen, though which a deviant may look at the outside world.
Community- A safe haven where like minds can gather, free from the prying and oppressive eyes of the outside world, to talk about how sexy Jack Sparrow is.
Constructive criticism- Any comment that does not involve the words "dood," "teh," "poop" or "gay." Any replies made to constructive criticism will contain all four.
Dark Art- Pictures of various pale women with too much eye makeup. May or may not be bleeding from somewhere.
Deviant- Once thought to exist only in myth, the wild deviant has recently been found thriving in variou