Star Trek Rant #39460175258For those of you that may not know, there is a poll going on at a popular Star Trek fan site. It's titled "Issues with ST:2009 movie" and is designed to get feedback from the fans- a way for the writers to see what the fans didn't like about the first movie and what they need to improve for the sequel. The options are pretty straightforward: 'Kirk became a Captain too fast', 'Vulcan shouldn't have been blown up', 'new ship design', 'not enough villain backstory', etc.Star Trek Rant #394601752583 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Guess what's winning.
...No, really, guess. You get one guess. And if you get it wrong, spiders will come lay eggs in your mouth while you sleep and when they hatch in your stomach they will eat you alive from the inside out. You have three seconds. Go.
It's Spock/Uhura. Needless to say, I personally am very happy about this, as it's no secret I don't like Spohura (see: http://ava1234567.deviantart.com/art/Why-I-Don-t-Ship-SpockxUhura-280995823 and http://ava1234567.deviantart.com/art/Alternate-Reality-Guys-289577963?q
She Would Have Said YesShe Would Have Said Yes6 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Sirius Black stood with his hands braced on the fridge in his kitchen, he hung his head as low as it would go, gripped the small object in his right hand tightly and sighed.
...This is how James found him a few minutes later...
He tried for a few conversation starters, but something like Id give you a hug buddy, but that would be a little gay, seemed rather jerk-ish at the moment. He settled for giving Sirius a squeeze on the shoulder.
Sirius stiffened and then brushed James away, Thanks Prongs, he managed, but Id like to be left alone right now.
No problem, Ill tell everyone you said thankyou for attending.
Sirius nodded, not trusting his voice.
Sirius Black had not been able to make even the very small speech he had wanted to at the funeral, he counted it as a personal failure on his part... hed had to get Remus to read it for him...
There at last when the marllon-leaves were falling, but spring had not
Broken.i.Broken.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My mother doesnt wear her wedding
ring anymore. Instead, it sits on the
counter above the kitchen sink, like
she took it off while washing dishes
and forgot to put it back on; but Ive
seen her pick it up and wipe the counter
and walk away, like she no longer
recognized it as her own.
She and I have the same long, slim
fingers, except hers are clean and
manicured and tanned, theyre used
to flipping through old books, still
delicate and fragile, with arthritic
veins tracing through; Mine have
always been pale and torn up and
raw from anxious nerves, tough
callused finger tips from encounters
with cello strings and piano keys.
She takes care of herself, but I think
shes given up on taking care of me.
Sometimes, we leave, just her and I;
we get into her car and drive and
drive and drive until weve lost the
things that are dragging around our
ankles and weighing us down; Our
adventures tend to lead us where
the thoughts drown the fastest
Wear a maskI wear a maskWear a mask6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It hides my eyes
It hides my lips
What I feel inside
It lies, to everyone and to me
It grins when I am mad
And it sobs when I am happy
And laughs when I am sad
I wear the mask that grins and lies
It shows a false face a false side
It is the only thing that holds me together
It is the only place I can hide
So may people
Wonder what I feel
I only hide because
I have wounds that just wont heal
Pains from long ago
Scars that mar me
Cuts and scrapes that make me bleed
Lies that blind me so I cant see
Feeling that I bottle inside
Shedding tears behind
The mask that covers me
So no one can find
What I am inside
What I feel inside
What I do inside
What I think inside
I whisper things
Half-truths and lies
So many fibs just so I can
Shade my eyes
I wont let anyone
See what I feel
What I think
They cant know what is real
I will hide myself away
So that no one will see
The ugly, other side,
The weeping other side of me
Blank PagesBlank Pages10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Every emotion I'd pushed away;
Over and over,
A thousand times
Like books falling
From the clutter of my mind.
The emotions scream
Like the fallen books
Yearning to be opened;
Given a second look
But each emotion
Like each fallen book
Is missing many pages
That hold the key
To finally letting go
Of the emotions holding me
As every book falls
An emotional avalanche
Cascading to the ground
I try to fill the pages
With all the words I've lost
But as each word escapes me
My dreams slowly fall apart
The blank pages whither
Like the tissue of my heart
I fall into darkness
Where I cannot see my words
Fighting for survival
In an unrelenting world
Pages lie around me
Ones I dug out of a drawer
They whisper softly to me
I search for hidden meaning
In all I left behind
Running from the memories
Falling through my mind
I turn each page and realize
The war I'm getting in
The one I thought I'd left behind
Between my heart and my emotions
A Second CloserDoes it hurt to breathe? Does it feel like your heart is being ripped from your chest?A Second Closer7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Like each second that passes without them is just another second closer to your death.
Do you long for their touch even when they had touched you just moments ago?
Do you find yourself opening your mouth to speak but find that you do not know
What words are there to explain the way they make you feel? Have they even been invented
Just a DreamYou look at him from across the hallJust a Dream7 years ago in Ballad More Like This
You see that his face is starting to fall
He notices that guy standing next to you
Is looking at a little more than just your shoe
His face hardens as he turns away
But for some reason you want him to stay
Why is your BFF acting like this?
Is there a clue that you might have missed?
Your jaw drops as it hits you
How could you not have knew?
He likes you more than a friend
And now his world is going to end
Because that jerk wad next to you is checkin you out
And now you are forced to shout,
WAIT! What is going on here?
Suddenly the hallway is clear
You run to him as he opens his arms
But for some reason, there are alarms
You wake up and shut off your clock
And fall from your bed with a knock
You realize as you start to awake
That that was just a dream, which was fake
But it couldnt have been just a dream
Because that was out of the ordinary ream
Of the dreams in your head
And heres the part that you dread:
Going to schoo
Outstretched Little HandsOutstretched little hands, wanting, waiting for something moreOutstretched Little Hands8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My outstretched little hands; I can see them in the pavement outside his door
It was the magic that was life without so much of the withering strife
The five-sizes-too big shoe, that meant someday Id be that big too
The tea parties and dress up days that I can still remember
The smell of grandmothers sweet perfume is a burning ember
I remember my outstretched little hands, before the fairies stopped existing
My outstretched little hands, before I knew what Id be missing
Now the toys are put to rest and the knowledge of death is here to stay
Sadly, the moment wasn't felt when my childhood so quietly slipped away
Do You Know Me?Do you know me?Do You Know Me?7 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
I bet that you do.
You hear about me everyday, if you listen to the news.
Im not a celebrate, a politician, or anything like that. In fact, Im quite the opposite. They are all somebody well known, while Im someone almost no one knows a all. Im an average person, just like you.
Then why, you may ask, am in the news everyday?
Because Im the man who was beaten to death, and found last night in the street.
Because Im the woman who was raped and found lying in a gutter.
Im the child that gets beaten by an alcoholic father.
Im that one kid who was found dead in a trashcan on the corner of the city street.
Im the boy who starved to death and was just found to late.
Im the girl who froze to death in the mountains.
Im part of the family that died in a car crash.
Im that one guy who got shot in a bar fight.
Im the wife abused by her husband.
Im the remains of a body found under the bridge.
Can't He See?Can't He See?Can't He See?8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can't he see me?
Can't he see my feelings?
He feels so close,
yet so far from me.
His warm embrace..
is one I wish never to leave.
His calming voice..
I wish to hear forever.
His joyous laugh..
is one which I hope never stops.
His sense of humor..
it never ceases to slay me.
His insane mind and inklings..
always reflect mine.
The smell of his cologne..
sends me into heaven.
His tears, how seldom they are..
pierce my soul like a knife.
When he falls so far down..
I always catch him and keep him safe.
When words escape him..
I fill it with the words he can't say.
He is always in the back of my mind..
and...I think I now know why.
Can't you see?
Ai Shiteru. (I love you.)
by Alison Haney
Beneath The SkinWhere are your feelingsBeneath The Skin7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Do you try to hide them
When they creep out steadily
Through your own mouth
The words that you speak
Are so monotone
Your heart that is beating
Is so cold and alone
Deep within yourself
There is something
Beneath the skin
Where do you begin
You sit all by yourself
Wanted to be left alone
But there's something calling out
Beneath the skin
Why do you always respect
The ones that hurt
The ones that kill
The spirit in your life
And they drag you
Onto your bare knees
And slap across the face
The lies within
Beneath their skin
Adrenaline rushes within
Rising the anger higher
Beneath the skin
You clinch your hands
Holding yourself in anger
You settle the demon within
Beneath the skin
Getting beat again
And you go home to cry
In the darkest part of night
The moon pushes the clouds away
To shine its glimmer light on you
You pull away and think about
Why you die a little inside
And you pull yourself
Onto your feet
Knowing what you must do
Going in with br
If only she had wings.She walk the cliffs near the sea.If only she had wings.7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
All is gone from her life.
Her love married another.
Her child died.
Her parents on their death bed.
For they have caught what her child had.
Why is she physically in good health?
When her mind is in confusion and her heart is broken.
She finally has had enough..
She turns her back to the sea and free falls.
If only she had wings.
They would not have found her there dead.
Modern GirlAm I measured by the sway ofModern Girl5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
My hips or the size of my thighs
By the height of my heels
Or the depth of my lies
Am I sexy, am I sultry
Is my stomach nice and hollow
I'm the kind of girl
You'll always want to follow
Am I Mary number one
Or Mary number two
It doesn't really matter
'Cause just one will never do
I always loved my dolls but now
I'm the only doll you'll see
Dress me up or dress me down
It won't matter much to me
I am pretty, I am perfect
And my skin is oh-so smooth
But the one thing I don't have
Is the thing I never thought I'd lose
It's a silly little thing
As simple as can be
But the one thing I forgot
Was how to just be me
As Human As I Am.I pain.As Human As I Am.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Illness is weakening.
Birth or awakening?
It let's me know I live.
It's my life I give.
Into the soils of the Earth,
grow from me.
I give for rebirth..
You can see.
My sorrow is still.
I can never get my fill.
It's a lustful craving.
I am not worth saving.
Untitled 7Untitled 77 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
You fade in and out of my life, whimful and as unexpected as a dream,
But weather it's a bliss or a nightmare, I'm not yet sure.
Because just when I think I've gotten you all figured out, you prove yet again that you are nothing like you seem.
The mixed signals you send me causes way too much confusion to endure.
But somehow, deep down I hold onto a last hope that something for once will work out.
Though the rest of me knows that it isn't possible.
The logical part of my mind is trying to defend my heart, making me aknowledge my doubt.
It's painful, one minute I completely have your attention, the next I feel as if I'm not even audible.
I push you out of my thoughts when needed during my waking time when my mind wanders.
But against my will, my subconscious bring you to my dreams and I can't sleep.
Unlike real life, I keep a cool head, so sure of myself I don't even stutter.
I feel your arms wrapped around me, and I enjoy the moment when I can, because I know it's not real, it's not so
If You Really Love Me...If you really love me,If You Really Love Me...7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Youll let me go.
But youre still hanging on, tighter than ever.
If you really love me,
You wont have to tell me.
But you tell me so often,
I cant believe you.
I only feel sorrow.
I only feel pain.
I only feel hatred,
So stop playing your game.
Youre stuck in the black and white world;
Join me in the color.
You are the one I love;
Not any other.
Please, dont turn away.
Please, come and stay.
I want you here,
I love you, dear.
You had to leave.
You had to go.
If you really love me,
I will never know.
Im a heartbroken man,
Why did you pack your bags and go?
Im still here, cant you come back?
Time and time again,
I hear you whisper,
I love you.
Time and time again,
I hear you say,
My heart belongs to you.
Are you true?
Are these words real?
If they arent,
Ill never heal.
You are an enigma,
A puzzle that cant be solved.
It crushes me to see that our love hasn
Andreea singura la joaca 6.2[ego v. 6.2]Andreea singura la joaca 6.27 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Tu nu te asemeni cu nimic din ce am invatat eu, din ce am fost invatata. Nu esti in nimic din ce am citit eu vreodata. Ar fi trebuit sa fi fost predat in clasa I cand invatam sa scriu. Sa mi te injecteze in vene. Sa imi faca vaccinuri cu celule moarte din pielea ta. Sa am un antidot impotriva ta. Parintii mei ar fi trebuit sa imi povesteasca de tine atunci cand m-au invatat sa-mi leg sireturile. Ar fi trebuit sa mi te povesteasca in fiecare seara inainte de culcare.
Nu mi-a spus nimeni ca persoanele care seamana cu tine nu reprezinta nimic din ce esti tu. Nu am stiut niciodata ca daca mii de maini m-ar atinge simultan as simti-o numai pe a ta. Ca, daca imi voi pierde vreodata memoria, coltii numelui tau vor ramane adanc infipti in scoarta mea cerebrala. Ca daca o sa ma mai nasc vreodata o sa te nasti cu mine. Ca nimic... dar nimic in tot universul... nu e ca tine.
Dintre toti oamenii pe care i-am intalnit vreodata la tine o sa ma intorc
Eu si cu voi_Astăzi m-am aşezat si m-am ridicat, am râs fals si am plâns sincer, m-a ars soarele tomnatic si apoi m-a îngheţat o briză de vară. Mi s-a spus ca trăiesc in fiecare zi pentru bani si obiecte si n-am crezut, m-am revoltat si, in final, m-am resemnat. Am dorit compania oricui într-un moment de slăbiciune şi solitudine, şi mai târziu am dorit să fiu singur în timp ce vorbeam cu cineva.Eu si cu voi_7 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
M-am îndragostit de o străină din metrou, care pare-se că e colegă de-a mea şi apoi m-am plictisit de ea fără să-i fi vorbit.
Sunt genul de om care a ţinut uşa pentru câteva fete, aşteptând măcar o privire de mulţumire şi am zâmbit ştiind că nu am primit-o, fără măcar să mă fi uitat după ea. Am două feluri de zile: zile de singuratate în care evit pe toţi şi zile de scârb
Red Thread.Red Thread.3 years ago in Romance More Like This
As soon as the man upstairs moved in, I knew he was batshit crazy.
I'm not even kidding. The moment I saw him walk through the building, I thought to myself- That dude is off his rocker. Because, well, he just had that sort of look about him, if you know what I mean. If you don't, well, let me just say he had this stringy, shoulder-length, bright red hair that was so messy you would think the wind would tidy it up. And he was really pale, like, we're talking vampire pale here. And he had these huge dark circles under his eyes, only adding to the whole vampire effect.
Oh, and, of course, there was the thing he carried. Sure, he had a suitcase, and a few other bags, but clutched between the finger of his left hand was okay, I don't know if this was what it was exactly, but it looked like a spool of red thread.
And seriously. Who carries things like that around? Would it have killed him to put it in his suitcase? Maybe I was jumping to conclusions. Maybe he liked sewing
The Words I Can't SayThe Words I Can't Say.The Words I Can't Say7 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Did you ever stop believing in love?
Did you ever feel that you've stopped loving someone?
Or have you ever thought about what it would be like
If someone stopped loving you?
Do you ever get the crazy urge to just walk away?
Or that life could have been so much different had things gone differently?
Why am I so angry right now? Why is it that every time I think of you and those you have loved in the past, that I feel mad?
Because I feel, if they never left you, you would have never come to love me.
You say I am the only one you can love, but that's not true.
There are many you may have come to love just as deeply, maybe even deeper
Had I not crossed your path.
Am I just a choice you made? A choice you regret?
Why is it that no matter how many times you say it, no matter how sincere or convincing you may seem, that I have no faith in what you say to me.
I love you.
Is it a lie?
Of course you say it isn't.
Do you mean it?
Do I love you?
Do you think I love you?
In A Whole New WayBreathingIn A Whole New Way7 years ago in Other More Like This
In a whole new way
What takes them away
Is where I stop dead waiting
In a whole new way
What takes the sight
Is where I close them away
In a whole another way of life
My chest is pounding
To the breathes that I take everyday
What keeps me going
Is not what you believe
It's the drive of the pounding
That goes on down there
And I'm living for comfort
And I'm completeing what was never
Driving on the way
Into the pounding of nothingness
Breathing for nothing
Living for the pounding
I'm living for nothing but the
Pounding drive that goes in my heart
In a whole other new way
My eyes bulge out
From all the suspension that is going on
Tearing from the dryness of new days
Colors are spreading into the corners of my head
Nothing can stop me
From doing what I please
I'm living for colors
Yearning for the hurt that never was
Trying to pierce and look
Into the colors of nothingness
Seeing for nothing
Living to see the wonders
I'm living for nothing but the