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When You WokeIt's one of those days,When You Woke7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
when it's that much colder,
and colour seems, two shades out.
It's one of those days,
when the destination's that much further,
and the road has that many more potholes.
It's one of those days,
when your feet feel that much heavier,
and your mind is like the winding streets,
of a city no one has heard of.
It's one of those days,
when your eyes can't leave the ground,
and your soul is weighed down,
by buckets, of stones.
It's just,
and nothing but,
another one..
of those days..
.Key to the soul..Key to the soul.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Sparkling drops of music fall down in the ocean of the soul, the clouds of the poets thoughts cry tones in my heart. I embrace them with deepest reverence, feeling their pulsating warmth whispering messages within me. I am alone in this dark room, but yet I am not alone. I am alone, with hundreds of musical heartbeats that keep me company.
My gaze wanders over the walls, and all I can hear is your voices. You bring me energy together with delight, a sigh sneak out between my lips and my soul notices the chain of thoughts that grow on the fields of the mind. Blooming thoughts, memories that were drowned in oblivion take a hold on the hem of t
A Study of RammsteinA Study of Rammstein8 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
About a month ago, my friend Nick Siple handed me his CD player (Which, by the way, looked Erely similar to mine) and told me to listen to something.
I pressed play, and suddenly a European Accent began laying out "We're all living in Amerika" through the small speakers, backed by a heavy guitar riff. Heavy metal, Excellent. At the time I didn't know it, but it was Rammstein - Amerika.
"Cool! I like it!" I said, which wa smet by his response of.
"Okay, I'll burn you a copy of Sahnsucht!" Which, is a really advanced word for Nick. I think i did happen to notice a small amount of stubble jutting from his chin, but thought nothing of it.
Rammtein's Day On The BeachRammtein's Day On The Beach9 years ago in Humor More Like This
RAMMSTEIN'S DAY ON THE BEACH
written by Rougechick
We are in Berlin. The sun is shining, birds are singing, children around us are laughing and all the Goths are sitting in the shadows, cursing the sun for giving them a lovely tan. Yes, summer sure is wonderful time and in this story, Caron is dead, which makes the summer even better! Rammstein is in a HAPPY summer mood too because they have a break from the recording. And this, ladies and gentleman, is how our story begins.
It's a quiet day in Rammstein's apartment. Flake and Christoph are trying to build a grill outside, Paul is playing in the streets with his new scooter (Christoph boug
The Surrender FlagI would give anything to be mortal.The Surrender Flag4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Give me my reckoning, my pure justice.
I am not the hero, just the minstrel.
For each day seperate, but not equal,
A life without meaning, a life endless.
I would give anything to be mortal.
I take myself somewhere far more tranquil,
Away from this sewage, this awful mist.
I am not the hero, just the minstrel.
I lost my sight, I have no visual,
Just the scent and smell of sad coitus.
I would give anything to be mortal.
A god collapsing in downward spiral;
A home, empty, on morning of Christmas.
I am not the hero, just the minstrel.
I am the flower that shed its petals,
My scent, a kiss less
I Will Age GracefullyTen months ago I found a clutchI Will Age Gracefully4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
of grey hairs on my head.
I plucked them all without remorse,
At first.
Regret soon came to see about
the actions
To my hair.
I found another one today.
This time,
I left it there.
A few facts about AustraliansA few facts about Australians7 years ago in Stories & Vignettes More Like This
clipnotdones guide to Australians
~A few simple facts you might wanna know~
-Nobody drinks beer like Australians
-An Australian can do anything, and I mean ANYTHING while holding a can of beer
-If an Australian asks if you want to go fishing, it usaly means 'Do you wanna go out in my boat, get drunk and hit the fish and chip shop on the way home?'
-the Kangaroo is the worlds only legaly eatable national emblum
-Austrailns will eat anything that fits on a BBQ
-If beer was a food them Australians would eat it breakfast, lunch and tea, and would BBQ it
-Australians love watching sports, especialy if they can fit beer in there somewere
-
When Dreams dieWhen Dreams die7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
In the darkness, were dreams die
my soul stands up and tries to fly,
into the heavans with all its might
as it starts to loose this hopeless fight.
it keeps on fighting on all night and day,
only to fail and fade away.
Frodo's PoemI hail from HobbitonFrodo's Poem8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Deep in the green Shire
I walk through it's fields
Wander in it's woods
Gazing at the Stars
Dreaming of Distant Lands.
I wish for my own Adventure
And my wish is granted
I travel with friends to Bree
Put my trust ina stranger
Who guides me towards Rivendell
But I do not make the journey without scathe.
I think my part is over
Some other will take the Ring
Though of all the Great Warriors
I alone am strong enough to Bear it
My dear friends do not abandon me
And we four are joined by others.
I will be remembered as Frodo
Bearer of the Dreaded Ring
Though I could not have made it
Without my Dearest Frien
Miss You for GlowingWaterEyesAiden sat on his window sill, staring out at the night sky, his heart breaking more and more with each passing moment. Why? Why would she do this? What did they do wrong? As these thoughts plagued his mind, Aiden hung his head, letting his dark brown hair fall into his face.Miss You for GlowingWaterEyes2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
'Do I miss you?
Count the stars
Multiply by ten
Course I do more than now and then…'
The sound of his bedroom door creaking open caught his attention and Aiden looked up. Standing in the doorway was his little cousin Lenny. The thirteen year old had tears in his eyes and was sniffling as he shifted uneasily under the elder's gaze.
"What's up, Lenny?" Aide
WaitingPain. That's all there was in his world now. His vision was blurry and black around the edges. He couldn't feel his right arm. Two fingers on his left hand throbbed in constant agony. He could hear his breath rattling in his chest. His broken ribs protested each painful breath. His head was pounding in time with his heart in sharp, agonizing throbs. His heart pounded in his ears, each pitiful beat more painful than the last.Waiting2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The sewer grate he rested on was cold and offered more pain than relief. A loud clicking sound echoed in his ears, making the ache in his head worse. A sharp gasp sounded and the clicking hurried over to him and he coul
Your Cry, Her ControlI hear you, my AngelYour Cry, Her Control3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
yet I can't come to you.
No matter how loud you scream,
how hard you cry, or even swear to die,
I can't come to you.
For you see,
She controls me.
She controls everything I say and do.
Mother, why do you torture me so?
It pains me to hear my angel cry.
You won't let me go to him,
when he clearly needs me.
I ask only this, one moment of freedom.
Please, let me go to him.
I will obey your will, your every whim,
Just let me go to him.
Please, let me go to him.
Cloud…Your name is a bell that hangs in my heart.
It shatters me just to think of you now.
I miss you so very much.
I wish to return to your s
How To Kill Your CharactersHarry Potter and How (Not) To Kill Your CharactersHow To Kill Your Characters2 years ago in Articles & Interviews More Like This
...in which I am going to explore what makes a character's death good -- from a storytelling perspective -- and what doesn't, using examples from the Harry Potter novels.
This is, obviously, going to be full of spoilers about who dies and how and why. So for the love of all things purple, if you haven't read all the books yet -- what are you even doing reading this instead of the Harry Potter series?
I am going to focus primarily on the deaths of the good guys, not only because there are so many powerful examples of this done well and done badly in Harry Potter (I am looking at you, final
elijahelijah8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
i
Elijah smiled.
he smiled,
and
smiled,
and
smiled.
Possibly sad;
but still
smiling.
I wish I could
tell you how to frown,
elijah,
but the tongue of
the gun is beyond me.
ii
Elijah was a cop.
He worked the beat--
oh yes, you know it.
He hated his job
(but smiled:
it was a jewish thing,
they assumed)
Then, one day, it all made sense:
"elijah," he said,
"pull the trigger,
elijah."
iii
"you who are made of
gods,
e l
ApotheosisAnswers float, feathers—Apotheosis4 years ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Not of angels, but finches—
Settling with autumn.
c
i
e
n
c
Eden’s tree sheds leaves—
Life forms, these than which nothing
Meeker can be thought.
Love me"I love you."Love me3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You told me that Mom.
"Remember that I'll always love you, no matter what."
Will you really?
Will you love me when I pierce my ears five times each?
Will you love me when I turn my nails black.
Will you love me when I bring my girlfriend home?
When I clutch her hand,
Shielding and being shielded from that sudden coldness.
Will you love me when
On my first summer home from college
I bring home my boyfriend and my girlfriend
Standing between them
My piercings chiming in the wind,
My tattoo looks at you
Eyes as cold as yours.
No, you turned away.
When I held my daughter,
Progeny of my girlfriend and husband,
You
EverBlaze: Forgetting MeI am, dying,EverBlaze: Forgetting Me4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
I am drifting away
I am, fading,
As tears slide down my face
I am forgetting where I'm from,
I am forgetting what I've done
On a storm-swept sea of misery,
I float all alone...
I am forgetting you,
I am forgetting me
I am forgetting this world,
And everything!
I'm forgetting my life,
And all my dreams
Now that the end is near,
I am forgetting me!
(Who am I?)
(Who am I?)
Empty bottles,
Roll around by my feet...
It's been so long,
Since I have been asleep...
All my nightmares!
Have come to life!
I am forgetting the day,
Living on the edge of the night!
I am forgetting you,
I am forgetting me
I am forgett
Rock Around the ClockI want to set,Rock Around the Clock4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
The night on fire
I want to hear the music play,
Soar higher and higher
I want you all,
To sing with me
Because that's the way,
It
Should
Be!
I wanna rock!
Around the clock!
I wanna listen to the music,
So don't ever let it stop!
I wanna rock!
Around the clock!
Give it all I am,
Give it everything I got!
I wanna rock!
Around the clock!
Do you wanna rock with me?
The music is pumping,
Pulsating through me
And living in the music,
Is the easiest way I know,
To be free!
So everybody sing with me...
Because that's the way,
It
Should
Be!
I wanna rock!
Around the clock!
I wanna listen to the music,
smokescreened.smokescreened.3 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
His door didn't seal.
The light leaked through in morse code. It was more dotted than dashed in the shady light of underground morning, smoky from that dirty chainsmoker mouth, chapped and broken from a night of second hand liquor and first hand regret.
He checked his watch. It didn't work.
Even after so long in the darkness, he still opened his eyes every now and again to check if the sun was still out.
He felt it. That mouth still gnawing at his throat, all docile words and violent farewells. Those fingers on his abdomen curling into his stomach and tearing.
His skin.
He coughed.
He was overdue.
The door didn't seal. It was easy eno
Cretaceous YardThe call came in at 1500 hours, exactly twenty minutes after Leviner returned from his break. He picked up the phone and listened.Cretaceous Yard2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"We'll be there right away, sir."
On the other side of the desk, his partner looked at him. "A homicide?"
"If only we could be so lucky," Leviner snorted, making Ellsie wince.
It was just another case of illegal dumping. Once the 'cera crew had cleared away the overgrowth of ferns, Leviner stalked his way in. "What do you see?" Ellsie called. Although the entrance to the small shed was large enough to easily accommodate Leviner, there was no way Ellsie was fitting inside. Not that it was her fault. Maiasaurs w
What I've Learned From RpingWhat I've Learned From RoleplayersWhat I've Learned From Rping3 years ago in Reviews & Guides More Like This
-You don't need to bother with grammar, spelling, or punctuation
-Nor do you need to have any idea of sentence structure at all
-Always use one liners (one sentence posts) and use emoticons to show your characters emotions. And instead of describing the actions your character does, in well constructed "looks like you stayed in school past the 1st grade" sentences, use asterisks! Example: *defeats demons with one hit kill*
-Fandom rps are way better than any other type because they come with a pre-made setting. Being creative is haaaaaard.
-You don't need to modify your character to fit a setting they do
Basic Facts About Mary-SueYou are in love with Riku. You are warm for his form. Unfortunately, you cannot have him. He doesn't exist, after all. So you do the next best thing. You create a fan fic centering around your own original character (OC) and Riku.Basic Facts About Mary-Sue6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Riku falls in love with this character immediately. His dark personality turns on your OC like a light bulb. The two share passionate moments as he gushes his feelings for her on Twilight Hill (three hours after meeting her, of course), telling her how much he loves her layered purple hair, silver eyes, milky white skin, and thin, curvy body. He tells her how the name Ruby Mina Rose-Topaz fits her so well. The norm
The Library PlotMy master is a wizard of some repute; anyone could tell you that simply by observing his library. Even if you had never seen his face before, seen him strut about in his fancy embroidered robes and pointed wizard hat (which went out of style ages ago), you would know he was a wizard if you perused the books he has collected. His private library is a font of knowledge, a den of arcane secrets passed down through generations of sorcerers, savants, mystics and soothsayers. Here, scribed on papers bound in leather, cloth and dragonhide, are all the tricks of the trade my master plies.The Library Plot2 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
And it is here, in his library, that I spend the majority of
Sta.sh
