Twisted Up InsideWould you ever know the feeling,Twisted Up Inside in Free Verse More Like This
Of being twisted, over and over.
Much like a string of high-tension cord;
Ready to snap at any moment.
You are barely controlling this swell of emotion.
Keeping it taut, lest it burst from the surface.
A plastic smile serves as your only defense;
Witty banter, to stave off a deeper inquiry.
You hide the signs of your sickness;
Quickly easing the pressure.
Whilst appearing to adjust the suit,
You move through the crowd like a fading wisp.
Rushed, sweating and just barely contained.
You duck into the shadows, so you might breathe again.
-Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 13th November 2013
Gone a Little RottenI don't know when it started.Gone a Little Rotten in Free Verse More Like This
When I'd gone a little off.
When my mind had gotten twisted,
And bubbled like a broth.
I don't know when it happened,
When I'd gone a little green.
When I'd turned a little rotten;
And dreamed a rotten dream.
And I don't know why it happened,
But this I know to say;
Twenty-two are buried here,
But twenty-three today...
...Now then, why don't we find some place nice and quiet (^_^)
- Chen Yuan Wen, Broken World Series, 19th December 2013
Shall I Bring You Despair?And so it has come to this.Shall I Bring You Despair? in Free Verse More Like This
The great hero stands poised,
Sword pointed at the demon king.
It is the stuff of legends is it not?
Yet, my objective is already complete.
For I am not a simple nightmare drawn from your feeble fairy tales.
Think about it, if indeed you can:
Today you'll kill me,
And raise my head before a baying crowd.
You'll show your acquisition proudly
And the people will welcome you.
In the first weeks,
There will be feasts and festivals.
Dancing and debauchery.
All to celebrate the hero's victory.
Then you'll become a king,
And eventually an emperor.
You will rule all the lands with fairness and equality.
A god amongst kings!
Yet something disturbs you...
Day by day you see the politics of the nobility.
You see them vying fo
I Don't Mean To Be Rude...But I am getting quite sick of your attitude.I Don't Mean To Be Rude... in Free Verse More Like This
And if you think you are free of all guilt and suspicion.
I'm afraid, you will find, you are only in remission...
For I'll hunt you quietly, silent and slow.
And I'll wait till you slip, before I lay you low.
But when you're filled to the brim with fear; chasing the shadows away.
I'll appear inside your mirror--and I might come out to play...
...So tell me, do you fear me now?
-Chen Yuan Wen, 16th December 2013
five second suicideand as i pour myself out on these canvasesfive second suicide in Free Verse More Like This
i drip over the edges, spilling dots of
absence on the hungry earth.
they call me jane doe,
and i am not art.
every evening, i close the door,
close my eyes, disassemble.
slowly, i've become fleeting.
i float, my feet don't touch the ground.
how can i crash?
i fade, i dissolve,
but i've lost the motive to explode.
there's no glory in my death;
i leave no trace of the dramatic.
a man on the train last tuesday
nudged me, apologized, and carried on his way.
he's the last person who's
spoken to me since then.
we hit a notch in the tracks,
the car wobbled.
i stared at him silently,
counting the infinite futures
that suffocated behind my teeth.
i'm dying in my own penitentiary
with the cell door key in my pocket.
lung canceri will die with your name on my lipslung cancer in Free Verse More Like This
because there is nothing else i'll need to say.
you are my coffin, my funeral pyre.
as my bones disintegrate, popping and snapping,
you will greedily swallow my ashes
until nothing is left of me but secondhand smoke.
i've danced with you, love, across hospital tile,
the scent of antiseptic cloying as valentine's chocolate.
you dipped me into unconsciousness,
and i willingly closed my eyes.
the intrusion of your scalpel teeth no longer scares me.
you, my rigor mortis soul mate, always take me under.
your tent of frostbitten shelter pulls me down, an anchor,
while i gag on pills too abstract to save me.
forgive me, lungs, of my cigarette abuse,
but i've found happiness in a reaper's cloak.
i find comfort in these carcinogens.
i've made my nest in a swaying tree,
my body destroyed by the nauseous rocking.
they smile at me with pity in their eyes,
scribbling nonsense on those jaw-like clipboards.
their crisp, stark white world still has faith in me,
the way you hold methe way you hold methe way you hold me in Free Verse More Like This
as i walked into the open air the brease brushed right
through my hair i felt so warm and i adore the way you
hold me now.
silent crysilent crysilent cry in Free Verse More Like This
a silent cry is like a silent scream
the pain you feel and the way it
seems the way you walk as you
try to talk the time you suffer and
the time you lost the time is gone
the moment is know the fear you
face your heart begins to pound
a silent cry is like a silent sceam
no one hears you or trys to help
this is the fate that you were delt
10-questions meme thingy for ~Renekade10-questions meme thingy for ~Renekade in Profiles More Like This
1) You must post these rules.
2) Answer the ten questions the person who tagged you made and make your own ten questions for the people you tag to answer.
3) Choose ten people and put their icons and/ or username on this journal.
4) Go to their pages and inform them that they have been tagged.
5) You have to legitimately tag ten people.
6) No tag-backs.
7) Can't say, no tags.
8) Everyone that has been tagged must make a journal entry.
9) Go to the tagger's page and inform him/her that you've made a "Got tagged" journal entry.
1-Favorite video game?
The Portal games
2- Favorite movie?
3- Favorite TV series?
4- Favorite color?
5- Favorite holiday?
I don't care as long as I can sleep long.
6- Your most favorite character ever?!
7- Favorite food?
8- Favorite animal?
9- Your favorite place in the world?
I dunno yet. Haven't travel
Interviewing the Paradox-Maker for ~jgraham1993Interviewing the Paradox-Maker for ~jgraham1993 in Sketches More Like This
Note: These questions must be answered in character.
Character used: The Paradox-Maker (c) 2008 by Commander June, use her with caution, she had been designed with a tragic past. ^^
1 - What's your name?
"Persisardemianotaunaval, aka, Theta-Xi, aka The Paradox-Maker"
2 - Do you know why you were named that?
"I have given this Title to myself, since this is exactly who and what I am.
I can visualize things you will not even be able to imagine. I am the architect of paradoxa, the creator of worlds too high for your puny, insignificant mind to even remotely understand.
Why would I bother using my old name after all I achieved?"
3 - Are you single or taken?
"Technically. Single. Does this actually matter, since I hold no interest in mortal creatures.
They are tiny and vulnerable, and tend to break and wear out very fast when properly working with them.
Look at you, tiny human. You do not even sustain the simplest requirements.
To be able work with you, I actually have
RP-protocol of DOOM for ~Prawnie112Plz note that our D9-RP by now moved to: http://d9roleplay.boards.net due technical difficultiesRP-protocol of DOOM for ~Prawnie112 in Settings More Like This
The District 9-RP-thread belongs to Rafael/Falafler, I just did the 'protocol' (Or however you like to call it) for my dear friend Matthew/Prawnie112 who would like to join too, so you can read everything up to recent entries easily. ^^
(Yush, I have to say it again, it's helluva fun! Fook yeah!)
- - -
The Johannasburg sun beat down on Randall as he made his way through the many shanties and huts of block 2CA004 or District 9. His rusted cane knife in hand, he steps heavily through the dusty roads, seeing prawns drinking and betting in games of poker and blackjack when he sees a prawn with a pink bra on and a spade in hand
In a state of mentally being almost asleep Howard Cooper was walking through the streets of 2CA004.
Not exactly a location to relax, but it provided what Howard needed: People (Humans as well as fellow Poleepkwa) willing to p
DeathDeath is like a thief,Death in Free Verse More Like This
It creeps up on you,
And takes all you have.
So my advice for you,
Is spend your time wisely,
You may never know when he strikes again.
LifeLife is bitter-sweet,Life in Free Verse More Like This
Submerges you in the past,
It laughs at your lost feats,
And you lose yourself too fast.
Life is a cruel man,
It watches as you cry,
Bam! It comes at you once again,
And breaks your heart inside.
So watch your step before you act,
Don't make your move before,
You know it won't affect your next,
And haunt you in the future.
Our HomeYou whisper in a small roomOur Home in Free Verse More Like This
It echoes all around,
You whisper out in the open air
And silence is your sound.
The world is large, my friend
Much bigger than before,
If you get lost, it is like a maze
There is more than one turn or door.
But the world is also dangerous and chaotic
Control is just a mask,
Hiding the truth from the rest of us
That Anarchy and corruption is our past.
Blood plagues our lands
A stench is in the sky
Poison flows in our waters
And everything must die.
But we have learned to all adapt
In this place we call our own,
We may not be safe in this huge world
But it remains to be our home.
While thine eyes are cast to Heaven, I shall leadCrowley led Castiel away from the garden and the surviving Winchester. Despite them being humans they had managed to thwart Azazel, Alistair, Lillith and Lucifer.While thine eyes are cast to Heaven, I shall lead in General Fiction More Like This
Crowley knew that it was safer for him and his plans to keep the angel and the Righteous man apart.
"Ah, Castiel. Angel of Thursday. Just not your day is it?"
I wasn't surprised by his reaction. We bantered a bit.
The thing that is easily forgotten with my new position as king of hell is my former occupation: king of the crossroads.
I'm a sales man. I see what my customer wants and offer it to them. For a prize, of course.
Everthing to make them hang themsleves easier without even realizing. And I knew the little angels way to downfall.
Stroking his ego: Pride.
I knew the guy from before. He prided himself in the fact that he was a sin who covered all species.
Demons weren't exempted from it, angels weren't either.
Didn't like the demon but the little shit had been right.
"Come on. Hear me out. Five minutes. No obligations. I
Unexpected New DestinyThe Cirque was always on the move. One day we could be in a barn and in the next we could be in one of the seasonal campgrounds. This time we were staying in an old theatre in a small town. My name is Larten Crepsley and I am a vampire. I have lived for well over 200 years and not once have I felt lonely, but tonight I was. Even with my girlfriend (Madame Truska) at my side, I still felt an empty void in my heart. Truska seemed to notice and told me to go for a walk but then her face went blank as it did when she envisioned something.Unexpected New Destiny in Drama More Like This
"Murlough, deaths of two parents, a baby orphaned, Darren" Truska came back to the present "What did I say?" she asked as I walked out the door.
"Oh, just something about clear skies and a bright shining sun tomorrow. Don't worry, I'll be back before dawn" I said, contemplating her vision all the while I did so. What did Murlough have to do with that vision? Whatever it was, one thing was for sure; he would be the one causing the deaths of the two parents
UND Chapter 2Chapter 2UND Chapter 2 in Drama More Like This
Two years have passed since Darren had come into my life. In that time, Darren had spoken his first word.
(Flashback) I was sitting in my chair looking at old paintings when I heard a little sound coming from the crib that I set up for Darren. It came again a bit louder, it sounded like "Da Da". I stood up and walked towards the crib with my mouth agape, and peered inside. Darren was looking at me with his arms outstretched.
I smiled and leaned into the crib, Darren's little hands touched my face. "What is it Draga Copil?" I picked him up and held him to my chest. Draga Copil is Romainian for 'dear child', I thought it fit to give him this nickname since he was so dear to my heart. I learned many languages from traveling with my old mentor, Seba. Darren just giggled happily and continued to smile at me. (End of Flashback)
I was currently lying in my coffin, waiting impatiently for the sun to go down. Truska and I figured that we could switch Darren back and forth betw
Loving a Android Chp 2Loving a Android Chp 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Hey guys!!! I decided to do another chapter of my CellxOC story!! Enjoy!!
Chapter 2- A game of Cat and Mouse
Cell arrived at the saiyan girl's house, but to find her not there waiting for him. He growled in annoyence. I had told her precisely that he would come at dawn and yet that girl liked to mock him. He guessed he just had to wake her, and it wouldn't be very pleasant.
He walked inside, hearing a growl behind him. He looked behind him to find the mutt the girl called Sparky (He believes that name is just ridiculous). The doggie growled at him, but soon fled in fear, as Cell was much taller than him, and evil. He grunted and walked around and tried to find the girl's room.
When he finally sensed her, he open the door next to him, and looked around the room. He spotted her in her bed, looking all cozy and warm. Oh how he would love her face when he waked her up. "This is going to be interesting..." he said and grabbed the girl's covers and pryed them off. He heard her
Loving a Android Chp 1Loving a Android Chp 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Oi guys!!! I'm made up this extra story at how Cell and Fu got to know eachother and eventually fal in love!!! Hope you guys like it!! I do not own any of the dragonball characters except my own!!!
Chapter 1- A race
Cell was getting bored with the puny humans he killed...too bad the saiyan warriors died so early. He somehow managed to power up his kameha to surpass the kid and he won the Cell Games. But now, he was growing bored of just killing humans...but then he remembered. That saiyan girl...he didn't know where she was and she could be of some entertainment for now.
"hmph..." he chuckled. Yes, she could be of some use. And with that he shot off towards the sky.
On the other part of the city, Furipa was gathering all scraps of food she could find and bring back home as soon as she could. She then gasped when she felt a huge ki coming towards her direction. She hid beside a alley and lowered her ki and hoped he didn't find her. Lord only knows what he could do to her.
A Prayer to YemayaStar of the SeaA Prayer to Yemaya in Free Verse More Like This
I hear you calling me
The crashing of the waves
Remind me of my first home,
Mother of mine own heart
I dance in your name
Embrace me wholly
With your grace
Through my Beginnings
And to my End
Teach me to
Swim in the Oceans
Of my dreams
Hold me close to your heart
Never let me go
Aretalogy of YemayaI am Yemaya, Queen of the SeasAretalogy of Yemaya in Free Verse More Like This
I am the Mother of the Orisha
I am Yeye Omo Eja
Mother Whose Children are the Fish
I am Yemaya Achaba
I have skill in magick
I am Yemaya Acuaro
I enjoy dancing
I am Yemaya Akuara
I protect the sick
I am Yemaya Akute
I fight with a sharp knife
I am Yemaya Asusu
I accompany the dead
I am Yemaya Awoyo
I wear a crown of rainbows
I am Yemaya Konla
I protect navigators
I am Yemaya Mayalewo
I live in lakes and natural springs
I am Yemaya Okuti
I dance a war dance
I am Yemaya Yembo
I taught Chango to be a man
I am the beauty of the moon
Reflected on the ocean
I am the ruler of the Seven Seas
I sing and dance to my own song
I never steer My children wrong
I teach My children sacred arts
I am the key to their own hearts
I am Yemaya, She of many names
I am Yemaya, Mother of All
Regret"Dean."Regret in General Fiction More Like This
"Not now, Cas."
No. Dean can't listen to this right now, wouldn't listen. He knows what Castiel is going to say, and he doesn't want to hear it. It wouldn't matter anyway, not now. They have more important things to worry about--like the souls of every damn monster he'd ever hunted in his life trying to kick their asses. Damn his luck. Damn his job. Damn Purgatory. Damn everything.
"Damn it Cas--" He turns to look at the angel--his angel, still, after everything--only to stop at the ancient, sorrowful expression on Castiel's face, the haunted look in his eyes; the eyes of someone who had tried so hard to do right, and only ended up doing everything wrong.