Buffy-ATLA The Gift Scene 10Cut to the beach house. Pan quickly across Sokka and Suki looking at each other, Ty Lee looking at stuff in the house. Toph appears from a room as Katara and Zuko enter, carrying weapons. They walk over to where everyone is.Buffy-ATLA The Gift Scene 106 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
KATARA: Are we on schedule?
Zuko goes to put the weapons down beside Iroh, who is also holding an axe.
IROH: Yes, it is time.
Pan back over to Katara.
Toph nods, goes over to Ty Lee who is still staring at random objects.
TOPH: Ty Lee? Is there somewhere you should be?
Ty Lee looks over at Katara, doesnt look at Toph.
TY LEE: They held me down.
TOPH: No ones holding you. Its the big day, right?
Both Toph and Ty Lee look at Katara. Shot of Katara looking concerned.
TOPH: Do you wanna go?
Ty Lee looks anxiously from Katara to Toph and back again. She turns and begins to walk toward Katara and the door. She passes Zuko and Iroh in the background, Zuko packing u
The FoolI am a foolThe Fool8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
With blind faith
and broken heart.
I am rejected
yet I can't let go
I will live with it this way
I am forgotten
when ever the computer is off
or the phone is hung up.
I am a ghost
seen but passed right through
left to haunt this same ground
I am the clown
making everyone laugh
even as the tears run down
I am the thief
stealing others light
to claim as my own
I am a mirror
reflecting other peoples moods
so afraid of seeing my own
I am the actor
afraid to be myself
afraid of what i may be.
I am stubborn
afraid to give up
afraid to watch it end.
I am the liar
convincing myself i matter
that there is a life inside this shell
I am the fool
who refuses to believe
who refuses to see the truth.
Third time's the charmIt's been sixteen days.Third time's the charm6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sixteen days without you, although it's felt like months. Of course you're here, and we talk. But we both know it's not the same. That morning, I was under the impression that everything was alright -- that we were alright. I must give you some credit, you know how to use the element of surprise to its fullest potential. Four days ago, it would have been our anniversary. You don't know how excited I was to give you your gift. It meant so much to me, and I hoped it'd hold the same amount of meaning for you. The minute you said it was over, everything just seemed to break and leave me, and you were the first on that list. My health started to crumble into a million pieces. To be honest, I really didn't care whether or not I lived or died. I wasn't the same person I used to be. The day you left me, I changed. I reme
Left to PonderIs there a pattern to my life?Left to Ponder6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A thin thread that leads me left or right?
A small push that takes me up or down?
A goddamn fate that won't leave me alone?
Or can I make my own life?
Am I the face behind the mirror
that I can't blame because it looks too familiar?
Do your mistakes become my face
when I have no choice but to watch you drink yourself away?
Can I blame you, or are you blaming someone else, too?
Are your mistakes yours?
But do they affect me and mine?
Is there a pattern to this mess
that explains why we have everything but nothing?
I need a reason why
I'm here while so many of you are over there.
I need a few simple words
to put the blame on someone else.
Win or LoseWin without boasting. Lose without excuse.Win or Lose4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Autumn Body PartsAre those just pine needles on the ground?Autumn Body Parts6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Or are they splinters carved
Off your memory
Is that the wind
Rustling through the tree??
Or is it instead
The creak of old, worn out knees?
There go your dancing shoes
Kicking rocks down the sidewalk,
Or are those rocks skittering away
Really the gasping gurgles of lungs without air?
Are all those crunchy,
Dried up leaves just leaves?
Or are they really, truly
The grindings of teeth?
Is anything really as it is seen?
Is that lamp post a tall mans leg?
Or is that cotton candy really a stretched and torn heart?
Is anything really as we perceive it?? I wonder sometimes.
let's face it.let's face it.let's face it.6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I am the earth
I am the sky.
I run wilder than the angels fly
if you can't catch me
that's your loss.
we all the weld the nails of our cross
Let's face it.
you wanted to try
you wanted a try,
you flung yourself into the sky
I held out my hand for you to catch.
but your hesitation made you go "splat".
Let's face it
I am the earth
I am the sky
I scream louder than the devil's cry.
if there's a moment you catch a glimpse.
please remember how awful i am to be with.
.:Heartstrings:..:Heartstrings:.4 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Inspired by Nokku-chan.deviantart.com
There was once something said from a gentle mother to her sweet child.
On her deathbed, the lovely woman held her little boy closehe was her heart, her soul, her everything. He had the countenance of a saint, the demeanour of a swan, and with hair deep like blood, and eyes that looked past the flesh, into the heart. He had been her days, her nights, her loneliness and love. This little boy was her everything and she regretted only the short time cut shorter, regretted that she was leaving him behind.
"Listen, sweet," she crooned to him, taking something from a sleek orange pouch of silk. Her fading fingers shook as she tried to pull out what was inside, succeeding only when he placed his soft hands around hers.
"Listen, sweet. I will give you a promise."
She dropped what was in her hands into his; a passing rite of sorts. It was a little seed a pe
BlindnessBright suns careen across the void,Blindness6 years ago in Other More Like This
You do notice for you are blind,
Not by their shining light,
But by the hands in front of your eyes.
XX11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
blinded by hate
seeing only what rage allows
scars that won't heal.
brands that won't fade.
hiding pain behind
painting eyes in darkness
a darkness that torments.
inside it dwells
regret of a wasted
feeding this hate
won't change a thing
nothing done has made life better.
take the chance
grasp the outstretched
hand of freedom
to the future
walk away from this hell.
Fuck you "Ken"Im FatFuck you "Ken"7 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I love the way you look. But Im Fat
I love your legs. But Im Fat
I love the shape of your butt. But Im Fat
I love your figure. But Im Fat
I love your waist. But Im Fat
I love your back. But Im Fat
I love the way your body looks. But Im Fat
I love the color of your eyes. But Im Fat
I love your lips. But Im Fat
The color of your skin. But Im Fat
you cant convince me that youre ugly, you use the word Fat like a four letter word. You see yourself as the world would want you to be. I see you through eyes you dont posses, you can borrow mine, but you refuse with distaste and harsh words. There is nothing I can say or do or show you that you are beautiful, Society is misinformed, inundated with the misconception that women must be Barbies, that you have to have the co
A Heart Warming Bday Surprise! Kid!LovixKid!ReaderYou smiled to yourself as you finished getting ready for the big and fancy dinner your husband was going to take you out to today. You checked your reflection in the mirror, making sure that every part of your outfit and overall appearance was to your liking.A Heart Warming Bday Surprise! Kid!LovixKid!Reader2 years ago in Romance More Like This
Then you went through your jewelry box to see exactly what piece of jewelry would complement the dress. You looked through various items and smiled as you dug through it. You didn't really like to keep too much jewelry, but the ones you did keep had deep value. There was the crystal pendant... the heart locket... and a tiny little pink heart necklace.
You took it out and giggled to yourself. At that point, Lovino stuck his head in the room with a confused look on his face.
"What's so funny?"
You turned around and showed him the necklace. Curious, he came closer and took it from you. Once he recognized what it was, he laughed and then put the necklace on as he kissed your cheek.
"Was that the present I gave you around the time when
Adventure Time with MLnPG ch9Adventure Time with MLnPG ch93 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
That night was long and grueling. Outside the castle, icy winds howled and rattled windows, snow drifting in streets and settling on rooftops. Gumball would never have made the call to Doctor Prince this late and under this weather if it wasn't a life-threatening emergency. And it was. Within minutes the royal staff had gathered and the collapsed king was rushed to the palace ICU meant to be used only in cases of dire need such as this. No one dared question why it was the prince ran alongside the gurney as it was wheeled into the hospital wing. No one dared question why Gumball paced anxiously outside while Doctor Prince and his medical team assessed the damage to the unconscious young man and did all they could to save his life.
Truly the pink teen was shaken; never did he think that Marshall Lee the Vampire King could possibly be brought to his knees, and yet the deathless royal's life seemed very fragile all of a sudden. It made the candy prince nearly sick with worry an
Must Love CatsMust Love Cats4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Must Love Cats
Fur of gold to pet and rub,
Perfect cat for me to love,
Razor claws and pointed teeth,
All the better made to keep,
A quick brush along silky fur,
Rewarded with a rumbling purr,
Given a glancing nuzzled kiss,
He is mine and I am his.
FlutterbyFlutterby12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Can you tell me butterfly?
On what wings should I fly?
Should I fly on wings of gold?
Flitting, floating, meek and bold.
Should I fly on wings of silk?
Wings that smell and feel like milk.
Should I fly on wings of pain?
Striving for release, for some sort of gain.
Should I fly on wings of love?
Flitting, fluttering to the stars above.
Or should I flutter, butterfly,
float on wings that touch the sky?
Skimming, streaming, flitting, dreaming,
enjoying the rhapsody of natures sweet singing.
Can you tell me my lovely Flutterby?
On what wings I should fly?
Fraudulence: quickwriteWe tongue-in-cheek itFraudulence: quickwrite7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Every time we feel a thing
They fail to mean it
Every time that chorus rings
We must concede it
Diction is a dying art
They can't redeem it
It's "lost upon an empty heart"
The art of the poet
Is dead as we know it
It lies and battered and weak on the ground
But lest we devise
To hide all our lies
The world will not know what we've found
Moonlight and roses
And serpents and gold
Weigh only as much
As the soul where they're sold
And heartbreak can melt
The most fickle of skin
So long as the sonnet
Is sung from within
"I was told one fine morning,
As I walked through the snow
That true love would find me
Wherever I go
So I'll sit in the corner
And just wait along
Hoping one day
I will finish this song"
The loved and the lover
The sister, the mother
The fairy-tale king and the queen
All have stories to tell
But it's all just as well
That their fables be more seldom seen
Szeretem...Szeretem...2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Szeretem a Világot, mert szép:
Szeretem a Sorsot, mert folyton közbelép.
Szeretem a varjakat, mert színezik a reggelt,
Szeretem, ha a piaci kofa azt mondja: "Elkelt!".
Szeretem a biciklim roskadozó hangját,
Szeretem a madarak kora őszi dalát.
Szeretem a piknik szállingózó illatát,
Szeretem a dús, magas, zöld lombú fát.
Szeretem a tavat, mert annyira szép,
Szeretem a gyümölcsöt, ha zamatos, ép.
Szeretem a hangot, mely betölti az utcát,
Szeretem a kis béka féltve őrzött kútját.
Szeretem, ha arcomba fúj a szél,
Szeretem, ha körülölel a tél.
Szeretem, hogy a hegyek nagyok,
Szeretem, hogy én itt ember vagyok.
Conversational RenaissanceThe people trickled in one by one.Conversational Renaissance9 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Introductions were made.
We sat across the table from each other.
Workers bustled from table to table.
Questions filled the silence.
A pile of cigarettes sat between us.
Acquaintances came and went.
Mounds of empty sugar treatments brushed aside.
Lives were changed with coffee and smoke.
One EntwinedOne Entwined3 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry More Like This
When red is blue, And black is white
When night is day, And blind is sight
Topsy-Turvy feeds our appetites
When my mind's heavy, Mine is light
Its who we are, Not what we are
We live as one, Yet still apart
People gawk, They scream "Schizo"
They've got it wrong, We are "Schizo[s]"
And though I'm softer,
A ballet walker,
They haven't ceased their hurtful jeers
A corporate staple
They've stayed as cruel all through these years
And so it is, We've stayed the same
With the exception, Of our names
We are both separate
Yet the same