I can't do anything right, can I?I do everything.I can't do anything right, can I? in Free Verse More Like This
Or at least I try to.
When you ask something of me
I always try to deliver
Always try to do my best
With your scrutinizing eye
Always manage to find a flaw
And you hound me about it
I can never do anything right
And you make that clear.
Though you don't say it,
It's obvious to me.
I can tell.
And the displeasure rolling off you
It all reveals
That you aren't pleased.
I'm not perfect.
Just an average human being
I have feelings and a heart
So why can't you treat me
Like I am your child.
You hate me.
You try to be kind to me,
But I can tell.
You feel nothing but disgust
For my very existence.
Why can't I be good enough?
Why can't you love me
At least a fraction
As much as the others?
What is it about me
That makes you hate me so much?
What is wrong with me?
Around the others,
You don't act this way...
Only around me
Do you show this side.
I know that you are stressed
And that times are tough
Must you say such harsh thing
A Calm Kind of SadHave you ever listenedA Calm Kind of Sad in Free Verse More Like This
To a song
With no lyrics,
But the music is so perfect
That it brings a tear
To your eye?
Have you ever heard a song
That brings you an inner peace
Despite the sadness
Embedded within it?
A song so perfectly sad
That it only calms you
While sending shivers down your spine?
Songs without words...
They can mean so much more
Than any other music.
Without any words
A song can express such feeling
And stir strong emotions
And make your heart...
Well, its hard to explain.
The music gives your soul
A kind of fullness,
Yet it feels hollow and sad, too,
And all that time, you feel
As if you're at peace with the world.
That is the power that a composer
Can hold in their hands.
The power to sway your emotions.
KeyboardIn the corner of my roomKeyboard in Free Verse More Like This
Sits a keyboard
that seems to call my name.
Slowly, I walk over
Sit down on the stool
And place my hands upon the keys.
I begin to play
I play a song
Just a simple one
A feeling comes over me
And I begin to play a different song
And I do not mess up.
My hands softly glide over the keys
And it all feels so natural.
When I finish, I slowly withdraw my hands
And look down at the keys,
Marveling at the sounds I'd created.
Heart of GlassThey say I am strong;Heart of Glass in Free Verse More Like This
That my heart's pillars
Hold others up,
And that they are strong enough
To bear the weight
Of others' burdens.
But I am not strong.
Pillars that support me
As I give everything away
To any who ask.
They say that I am good,
A friend who can be told anything,
But my heart cries
From all the pain its heard.
The sad stories of others
Fill my heart to the brim.
And no matter how hard I try,
Their pain won't go away...
Why can't I make it go away?
I can't stand the suffering of others.
I wish I could rip it away,
And destroy it...
But I can't.
Their sadness is mine.
My happiness gone until theirs returns.
Why can't I stop their pain?
I can feel it, and I want it to stop.
Let their pain pour into me...
I can take that.
But I can't take the pain of seeing others
When they're hurting.
That is what hurts me.
It hurts me more than anything.
You see, I try,
Oh, how I try,
To make my heart numb
To other kinds of pain.
Now, all I try to do,
Is take thei
Walking Through LifeTread softlyWalking Through Life in Free Verse More Like This
As you walk on
For you place your feet upon my dreams;
Take care as you go through life
Placing your feet on firm ground
And trying to avoid crumbling earth
As it will cause you to stumble.
Tread lightly when you dream;
You could come across a nightmare
One that will place doubt into your heart
And plant seeds of dear in your mind.
And when you are happy
Do not tread on others
They built you up
And can tear you down.
When you are sad or lonely
Take firm, deliberate steps
And do not falter or stumble
Until you are in good company.
Lastly, when you love another
Tread lightly but put passion into your step
Love each other in equal parts
And catch one another when you fall.
Tread carefully through life
And always think wisely before you step.
Do not walk slowly or quickly
But rather at a moderate pace
One that allows you to savor precious moments
But doesn't let the past swallow you.
Be cautious when you move through life
For how you walk through this worl
Night's Essence.As the raven flies,Night's Essence. in Free Verse More Like This
And the crow cries,
The last light of the world dies.
Born anew every day.
Black light turns to grey.
Moon remodeled like wet clay.
Wind whistles over the moor,
Whispering of a moonlit cure.
Bathe in moonlight, which is pure.
Stars twinkle brightly,
Defying darkness nightly,
Lighting the sky; tis theirs rightly.
The wolf howls, mourning a loss,
Shaking his head with an almighty toss,
Letting grief know just who is boss.
Moon descends; sun ascends.
Night is at an end, my friends,
But do not fret; it shall come again.
If Hope is a BirdIf hope is a bird,If Hope is a Bird in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Who flutters inside my heart,
What form does it take?
Daddy and DivorceEver since that dayDaddy and Divorce in Free Verse More Like This
Ever since those nights
I've been filled with a sadness.
My heart aches
While my soul cries out
But only I can hear it.
Hundreds of miles away,
But still in the same state.
It's not close enough
To fill my heart's craving.
A craving for that child-like happiness
And that feeling of family.
The security of a father's hug...
I am denied this daily.
My heart yearns for my father,
But I cannot have him.
I love my father
And miss him dearly.
I miss him with all my heart.
Once every month or two
Is not enough.
Not enough by any means.
Part of me
Wants to move to Dallas
And be with him
However, my heart
Also says that I belong here
With the majority of my family.
I'll sort out these feelings
Or at least I hope I will
For the rest of my life,
No matter what happens,
I'll always have this one urge.
I'll have this urge
Because for so long
It has been denied to me.
I'll have the urge
To wrap my arms
Around my father's n
Light It filters through the wLightLight It filters through the w in Free Verse More Like This
It filters through the window
And falls onto the bookcase.
A bookcase filled
With my good memories,
Illuminated by the rising sun.
It has many bare shelves
Just waiting to be filled
With the novels of my life.
The shelves filled, however,
Are crammed tightly,
Not a single gap remaining.
As the sun rises higher
The room grows brighter
And focus drifts away
From the eastward-facing bookcase.
It remains there always
Filled with only good things
and happy memories.
This is the record of my heart
And of my soul.
Or so much as breathe on it,
And you have flawed my life
As many have before.
Brother Against Brother: The War Continued (1)Brother Against Brother: The War Continued (1) in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Alexandria Ellie Grey, a girl with flyaway hair, bright eyes, and a preference of being called Alex, trudged through the Union camp, skirts hitched up. The fifteen-year-old girl had been traveling with the army for several months now, and had seen her fair share of battles. Unfortunately, she didn't have much of a choice in this matter.
Blowing her wavy brown hair out of her face with a puff of annoyance, she made her way toward the tent where the late General Grant's son-in-law was staying. Finding his tent, Alexandria called out to him politely.
"Sir? General Sandford? Are you in," she called timidly, not wanting to disturb the man if he was working.
"Yes," replied a weary voice that seemed laden with troubles. As Alex entered, he looked up and frowned slightly. "You know, you don't have to call me General Sandford, Alexandria. You can just call me Nathaniel."
"And you could call me Alex instead of Alexandria, but you always insist upon calling me by my given name."
Sighing, the youn
Mercenary 1-1MERCENARYMercenary 1-1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Chapter 1: Blood is Beauty
Release One: Pages 1 - 3
THE COLD AIR in Baron Rorke's study did little to calm his nerves. He was expecting visitors this night and they were not the best of company. A shiver of dread ran down his spine and he spent most of the twilight hours staring out of a large window which stood behind his writing desk. It was amazing, he felt, how quickly a man could become attached to a life of luxury; only to be made painfully aware of how easy it was to lose it. War was always a frightening thing, even more so when one had the knowledge and sense to realise that it was no longer an exercise of glory, but a simple festival of bloodshed and cold murder. In war it did not matter if you impaled a stranger on the edge of your sword, such a thing would be punishable in any city or country, but in times of war it became an accepted norm. If the man in front of you wore a different colour, then it was alright to kill him, it was alright to rip him apart fo
It Came From The DarkIt Came From The Dark:It Came From The Dark in Free Verse More Like This
Amongst the ashes, swirling from the darkness of the pit,
Emerged a hand, dragging a battered body across the rocks.
Blood leaked from the wounds so callously self-inflicted,
And teeth ground with a focused determination and seething anger.
It cared not for the warm rubies - staining the jagged rocks,
It cared not for the sensation of pain...
All that it remembered was a dream, An obsession -
One that drove it ever higher; ignoring all else!
Eventually it emerged from this shadowy hole, this dreary depth,
And in that moment, it learned of the truth.
For this creature, denied sunlight and warmth -
-Chen Yuan Wen, 11th December 2012
Sorry I'm A ManSorry I'm A Man:Sorry I'm A Man in Free Verse More Like This
He stands there naked
A blank-faced label
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
The product of your misguided hate
The product of your personal prejudice
Caught blind and shackled
Voice stripped and throat cut
On knees and hands
He crawls beneath a slanderous hail
"Let they who are without sin, be the first to cast a stone"
Then you must all be innocent, unblackened and pure
Instead what I see
Is not angel wings and a white halo
Instead what I see
Is your silent profanity
Twisted obscene mask of humanity
Beneath the righteous sword of a figure of justice
Lies a rotting core of devil's teeth and black smoke
Crooked mirror of lies
"Guilty until proven innocent"
Is what I see in your eyes
He is not an individual
He is exactly what you make him to be
He is the monster, the abuser, the criminal and the pig
He is the violent, the drunk, the pervert and the enemy
Care not for the fact that he is a perso
We Need Villains NOT HeroesFor the longest time I have admired heroes. I imagined them to be people of change, people who would bring the world forward and take us to even greater heights. It was then however, that I realised the 'Human Obstacle'.We Need Villains NOT Heroes in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
Humans as I discovered, perhaps in the most painful of ways, are rather unintelligent beings. They are driven by their core instincts no matter how much they wish to deny it. And the only difference between one and the next is how deeply they let those instincts consume them.
If you walk out into the streets, you can see the well-adjusted average man. Yet in his mind he is not considering the good he could do with his life, he is only thinking about the next step. Where will I go next? Who will I be dating, what shall I enjoy next in life?
There is no thought of altruism; no sense of assistance for another. He could walk down an alleyway filled with the homeless and nothing would change...
If that is the case, then what is the path of truth? Is it doing
The Nature of LeadershipMy friends,The Nature of Leadership in Philosophical More Like This
I come before you as a Captain, but one who has learned from the ways of the past. I address you now to speak both of myself and of the belief that I hold for the future. We are humans, creatures of free thought and free speech. We gather in groups, connecting with those who are like-minded. We form these bonds because it is impossible for us to live alone, but even then, we think and act as freely for that is the gift of our being.
Yet even such gifts can be abused at times. Often we do not realise that the weight that our tongue may be enough to sink another in grief. Each word that we speak must be chosen carefully, for the power of the speaker compounds the weight of his speech. Some, carrying their first spark of greatness, might take this too far and abuse their strength. I was one of those individual, if you had known me in my early days. I spoke carelessly, without concern for any other and I viewed this as my given right. Indeed, I was shown to be very wrong.
CourageYou ask me, 'what is courage?'Courage in Free Verse More Like This
Courage is seeing the hail of fire that surrounds you;
The flashes of light that blind.
Projectiles that score flesh and bone,
Sending red rivers splashing through the sky.
Courage is seeing all of that and staying on to fight,
Simply because there are those who cannot.
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
This is a SongThis is a song for the lost, the broken and the damned,This is a Song in Free Verse More Like This
This is a song for the hopeless, the outgunned and the outmanned.
This is one for the sinners, and the non-believers too,
This is a song for all those people, people just like YOU!
This is the anthem of the normal, the oppressed and the abused,
This is a song for those people hidden from everybody's views.
This is the prayer of the unwanted, the unneeded and the small,
This is one for the unheeded, so let's give it our all!
This is a song for the people, who always just want to cry,
This is the anthem for those who have once wanted to die!
This is a song for all the people, that are dead inside,
This is a song for everyone, who has ever cried.
-by Forgotten-Reaper, 24th July 2012
Overcome your Writer's BlockOvercome your Writer's Block:Overcome your Writer's Block in Free Verse More Like This
If you want to deal with writer's block
the plan is simple, tickty-tock
Give in to madness, go insane
search for words in the midst of rain
When you hit the wall on its painted face
with your fingers and knees you'll find a trace
The secret passage that will lead you through
or perhaps you might be eaten by a grue...
Back to the rhymes that I use to explain
If you try to go forward it will be in vain
So try a new direction, upward or down
Left or right maybe Charlie Brown?
There are no limits except in your mind
Now do a google search and what do you find?
A pond of ideas now stagnant and brown
I threw in Jay Sean and he went down down down
But I digress and let me wind back
If you focus on the dot then the screen will turn black
and a screamer pops out, you've had a really good fright
are my metaphors putting up a really good fight?
Let me put it simply, in english plain:
A good writer isn't one who forces his brain
Order and stru
Sudden CrueltySudden Cruelty:Sudden Cruelty in Free Verse More Like This
He is a God, or so he believes
He judges others and puts them into stereotypes
Asian? No life! Hispanic? Brainless!
He thinks he has control over his world
A delusion which he has never been able to break
Me? I'm better than them, I'm smarter...
He sits alone in his room, ignoring the emptiness
He sits in front of his computer and passes judgement
Lol, you're wrong. You're stupid. Everything is stupid!
He laughs and smiles at his own cruelty;
He feels powerful and most certainly superior to all
But in the end, it's just a fantasy isn't it?
He curls up in his bed, thinking about tomorrow
Here, he's a king, but out there, what is he?
The guy, whose girlfriend dumped him
The guy, whose boss is younger and smarter
The kid, who has nothing to live for
The man, who has lost it all...
Arrogant and apathetic, cold from a lack of warmth
That is his very nature, that is who he really is
He has nothing to live f
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 8Chapter Eight: Angst and an SOSOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 8 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Dude, we should so totally annoy Dare into letting us do this next year," Romeo whispered loudly, elbowing Mickey, who had his eyes shut and was breathing deeply. It would have looked like an ordinary calming exercise to any passerby, but Mickey's squadmates knew exactly what he was doing: inhaling the smell of food that hadn't been freeze-dried at some point in time.
"I heard that, Lance Corporal. And it's Captain Dare," the woman in question sneered, pushing past the grinning ODST. She was taking everything in with a look that was part disbelief, part amusement.
"I thought Spartans and ODSTs have a relationship that's, well er, touchy, if I may say so," Six said quietly, standing by Kat, who was watching as Dare's squad made themselves at home.
"That's true, but there is an old saying that says 'the way to a man's heart is through his stomach.' I think that applies to ODSTs as well," Kat replied, and Six smiled slightly.
The Rookie stood
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 6Chapter 6: Emile's Epic FailOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 6 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Carter looked up at the huge tree, resisting the urge to gape, while Kat chuckled and squeezed his hand. "See, we are capable of decorating without using alien blood and guts," she teased. "You can thank Jorge for the tree and Jun for the decorations. And Gunnery Sergeant Stacker's men for hanging all the ornaments."
"Always a pleasure to help out, ma'am," Stacker said coolly, from where he and his squad were resting. One of them was hopelessly tangled in string threaded with popcorn while two others were picking off the popcorn and eating it, seemingly oblivious to their comrade's discomfort.
"Man, you guys went all-out it brings back memories," Carter said, and Kat squeezed his hand again, reminding him of what she'd said earlier. "But what say you we spend tonight making some good ones, right?"
"I couldn't agree more," Kat said with a sly smile.
Jun trudged in, sniffling. He looked like he was having an allergy attack or something. "Ah, Co
Operation CHRISTMAS part 1Chapter One: Oh, Christmas Tree...Operation CHRISTMAS part 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"But I don't see why we have to get a real tree," Jun said for the fifth time, dragging his feet in the snow. A normal human would have been bogged down by the eighteen inches of packed white flakes, but the Spartan-III moved easily, albeit reluctantly. "I mean, the folks back at Delta Base use their heads and go buy one from Uni-Mart. Where it's warm." He pulled the thick fur lining his white and gray park closer to his face to block the frigid wind. "And why are we walking when we could have just stolen a snowmobile?"
"Whiny sniper is whiny," Kat sighed. She had on a parka similar to Jun's, but hers had much more fur tacked on, and she wore a white balaclava over her face, with blue sunglasses to shield her eyes. Her boots were horrifyingly un-military, with little poofy furballs hanging on strings from the tops, just below her knees (they'll be much warmer than combat boots, she'd insisted to Carter when she picked them out at the mall in New Alexa
Reach meets RedvsBlue excerptThere was a loud clang of metal on metal, followed by the unbearable screeching sound made by virtually impregnable alloys scraping against each other. Sparks flew as Emile slid nimbly down the lopsided rooftop and rolled, changing what had been a fall into an attack plan. The Meta was sliding after him. He kicked against the raised edge and intercepted the Meta, and they both started rolling down together. The Meta emitted an enraged, strangled noise, while Emile gave a wild cry and kept pounding at his enemy's vulnerable torso. A few swift punches popped the Meta's shields and gave Emile the opportunity to make fist-shaped indents on the Meta's chest plating. Unfortunately, Emile's shields were down too; all the Meta had to do was punch his visor once, and it cracked. Then they both flew clear of the rooftop and slammed into the snow, half-buried and still fighting.Reach meets RedvsBlue excerpt in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"They'll keep at it until one of them is either dead or incapacitated. Though given both of their histories, dead is th
Operation CHRISTMAS pt. 5Chapter Five: Got Your BackOperation CHRISTMAS pt. 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Emile slunk into the kitchen, where a worked-up Rosenda-344 was desperately trying to clean up the mess that GYSGT Stacker and his crew of dimwits had left. He was wearing his all-black dress uniform, complete with all the medals he'd won fighting the Covenant and Insurrectionists. Rosenda turned to look at him and her eyebrows rose slightly. "Wow. Who knew, you actually look sane," she said, smirking. Her shoulder-length brown hair was sweaty and trailed into her face as she cleaned up stains and put things back where they belonged.
"Got somethin' for ya," Emile announced, one hand behind his back.
Rosenda's head snapped up and she cocked an eyebrow. "Uh-huh, really. Look, you and I both know we can't stand each other 'cause I'm your replacement."
"So? No reason to be all huffy about it," Emile said. "Besides, it is Christmas "
He brought his hand out from behind his back, and to Rosenda's utter shock it was
A can of cranberry
RevelationI. TowardRevelation in Short Stories More Like This
Noble Six's eyes narrowed as she scanned the path below for any threats. Seeing none, she jumped down from the rocky overhang, bits of shale and stone accompanying her in her descent. She landed with a grunt and broke into a sprint. It almost felt wrong, how tired she was; she'd lasted through battles much longer than this without getting weak, even on low rations and virtually no sleep. So why was she lagging now?
The answer was obvious to her. Losing the team had taken something from her, something she'd possessed when she came to Noble, but somehow let slip away in the past weeks. The first (and most likely the largest) chunk had been ripped out when Jorge threw her through the airlock of the Long Night of Solace and she had to watch as raw Slipspace whisked him away into oblivion, along with the despicable Covenant vessel's entire midsection. A hero's dea
Fragments - WIP1.LivelyFragments - WIP in Short Stories More Like This
Having an extra number was strangely refreshing. Normally Jun was the quick one, always light on his feet (as scouts had to be), but this new Spartan-- Six-- moved with an eager swiftness that bespoke confidence and determination. Thom's death had slowed Noble down; Jorge was ready for the team to get back up to speed. Perhaps 312 would be the breath of fresh air they needed.
The way she talked about her past only made her eyes look more hollow and her skin look more pale, like she felt sick when she said the words. Kat had referred to her as a grim reaper, but he knew that records and reports could only say so much about a person. Jorge knew that the IIIs, for all their good points, didn't have quite what his class had. Six was steely, but even steel could have cracks. It made her more of a person in his eyes, and oddly enough, he wanted to tell her so.
"Keep your head in the game, Lieutenant," Kat warned, jolting Six out of her reverie. The blue-armore
One-Way Trip, Chapter SevenOne-Way Trip, Chapter Seven in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The taste of an utterly unappealing ration bar helped put things in perspective. What keeps you alive tastes like the underside of a fungus; therefore, life is disgusting. Jorge wasn't sure how that helped, but he liked to think it did. Maybe it made all the things he heard and saw from Amaranth seem less appalling and more acceptable.
She had let him out of the room a few hours ago. "To think," she said. He knew she wasn't talking about herself. Oh, he had plenty to think about, she'd seen to that. He doubted he would be able to get what he had seen out of his head for a while. He inhaled, glad that the station had breathable air, and exhaled in a tired sigh. Approximately forty minutes of light sleep wasn't much, but it made the headache go away.
Watching Daisy's memories play out before him would have been fascinating had the memories in question not been so... thought-provoking. He'd had no idea that anyone, least of all Daisy, Ralph, Joseph and the othe
UncommonThe water was cold, just like Reach's autumn night wind was cold, but it was a welcome sort of cold that put one into focus. I closed my eyes and just stood motionless under the showerhead for one full minute, content to let the steady rain wash over me. It ran down in trickles and streams, over the little dents where muscle groups connected and the raised, rough lines that were scars.Uncommon in Short Stories More Like This
Noble was bunking down with the Army tonight. Holland had sent us here so he could outline some sort of plan to Carter, and of course Kat was with the Commander in the briefing room. The rest of us were free to do as we wished. Jun had gotten started cleaning his rifle (by now I'd had come to think of his constant cleaning as a tic, something he did so he wouldn't talk instead), Emile had simply vanished, Jorge had begun dismantling his suit of armor for a breather, and I had ditched mine in order to take my first shower in over two weeks. It felt good. I inhaled, and the plain beige bar of soap I used g
Hunter(complied)As she opened her eyes she tried to remember where she was. She remembered the evening before; she had been out late with some friends and they decided to have a few drinks. She, being only 19, was designated "safe driver" for the crew. "Wait, where is everybody else?" she asked herself, confused. For some reason she couldn't remember anything else from the night before. She knew she didn't drink anything, she had tasted alcohol once; she didn't like it, so why did she have such a bad headache. As she started to come to her senses, she started hearing noises. Bleep. Bleep. Bleep. The constant bleeping was starting to really piss her off. She shot open her eyes as to gather her surroundings. She found herself in a mint green room, in a white hospital gown, with her family in the room. "Damn it" she said silently to herself. She and her family hadn't exactly gotten along since she left home 2 years ago with a guy she thought loved her, but instead left her for a rich, stuck-up brat.Hunter(complied) in Sketches More Like This
BaylorHe thought that it was amazing that this girl was totally hot and was an elemental. All the other girls at the school were cute or pretty but this was the first one that he saw that was hot. And of course she was she was the elemental Ice. They always seemed to be super cute and sexy. Baylor had always hoped that one day another Ice elemental would come to the school.Baylor in Sketches More Like This
He, being an Ice elemental himself, knew the good looks that they had. He knew how they were hated for their hair color, their eye color, and their height and weight. They never had to diet or exercise; they were just skinny and muscular all the time. Of course this girl had to like that, or so he thought.
Baylor Johnson, tall, dark, and handsome, just like every other male Ice elemental. He knew he was handsome and a flirt, but he didn't want a girl that did that. He wanted a girl that would play around with him, but love him. Every girl that was in this school were flirts and slept around, but they were not Ice elementa
Baylor(compiled)He thought that it was amazing that this girl was totally hott and was an elemental. All the other girls at the school were cute or pretty but this was the first one that he saw that was hott. And of course she was she was the elemental Ice. They always seemed to be super cute and sexy. Baylor had always hoped that one day another Ice elemental would come to the school.Baylor(compiled) in Sketches More Like This
He, being an Ice elemental himself, knew the good looks that they had. He knew how they were hated for their hair color, their eye color, and their height and weight. They never had to diet or exercise; they were just skinny and muscular all the time. Of course this girl had to like that, or so he thought.
Baylor Johnson, tall, dark, and handsome, just like every other male Ice elemental. He knew he was handsome and a flirt, but he didn't want a girl that did that. He wanted a girl that would play around with him, but love him. Every girl that was in this school were flirts and slept around, but they were not Ice elemen
Baylor 2If Baylor had ever trained a girl before, you couldn't tell. He was so nervous about training Hunter, his hands were shaking. He was afraid that Hunter would notice, He didn't need that to happen.Baylor 2 in Sketches More Like This
"Baylor? You ok, dude?" She asked when she noticed Baylor zoning.
"Huh? Oh, yeah I'm fine." He replied.
"Are you sure?" She persisted, "You seem out of it."
"Well, I guess you could say I'm kind of out of it." Baylor said with a sigh.
"Um...You want to talk about it?" Hunter asked him with a hint of concern.
"No, not really." Baylor said, closing the issue for the time being.
"Ok, well I guess I'll go get started on something" Hunter said as she walked off.
Damn! Baylor thought as she walked away. This was not the "Damn" as in "Damn she's hot." this was the "Damn, how could she tell?" He had to figure out how to hide his feelings better. He thought he was skilled at it, but apparently not well enough. Hunter, who had known him for only two weeks, could already tell that there was something wr
Hunter 2Hunter had no idea of what she was getting herself into, with letting this guy train her. She hated men but there was just something about this one. The connection between the two of them was instant, she didn't like that feeling. She never really had liked the feeling of connection between her and males. Her brothers and her Father, and her uncles were really the only men she talked to. Her grandfathers were both dead, they had fought in a war (one that no one wanted to tell her about). Why they hadn't told her was beyond her, but it wasn't her preferred choice.Hunter 2 in Sketches More Like This
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Hunter jumped at the sound of someone knocking on her door. Who is knocking on the door at 5:30 in the morning?, she thought to herself. She jumped out of bed grabbed her gun off her nightstand and rushed to the door. She peered through the peep hole on the door and saw that it was just Baylor. She opened the door turned to Baylor and said, "Baylor, why are you knocking on the damn door so early?"
The Lost ChroniclesAs she walked through the empty corridor she was thinking about what she and Dr. Horrin had been talking about a few days earlier. She wanted to help Baylor in some way. She knew he needed it to be easier for him because of all the training that he was doing. With her no longer needing to be trained by him, she knew that she could help him somehow. Hunter hadn’t even been at the “college” for two months and already knew more than Baylor did.The Lost Chronicles in Sketches More Like This
Hunter headed up to the front office to see Dr. Horrin. She and Hunter had been discussing letting Hunter take on some of Baylor’s students. This way he wouldn’t have so many of them.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
“Come in Hunter.” Dr. Horrin told her through the closed door.
Hunter opened the office door, still surprised at how Dr. Horrin knew that it was her, and walked in, closing the door behind her, “Hey Dr. Horrin, How are you?”, Hunter asked.
“I’m fine, thank you. How are you?” H
The Lost Chronicles 1-7Chapter OneThe Lost Chronicles 1-7 in Sketches More Like This
As she opened her eyes she tried to remember where she was. She remembered the evening before; she had been out late with some friends and they decided to have a few drinks. She, being only 19, was designated "safe driver" for the crew. "Wait, where is everybody?" she asked herself, confused. For some reason she couldn't remember anything else from the night before. She knew she didn't drink anything, she had tasted alcohol once; she didn't like it, so why did she have such a bad headache. As she started to come to her senses, she started hearing noises. Bleep. Bleep. Bleep. The constant bleeping was starting to really piss her off. She shot open her eyes as to gather her surroundings. She found herself in a mint green room, in a white hospital gown, with her family in the room. "Damn it" she said silently to herself. She and her family hadn't exactly gotten along since she left home 2 years ago with a guy she thought loved her, but instead left her for a rich, stuck-up bra
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 1The feminine figure laid on her bed, examining the white walls of her quarters,seeing all the pictures that crest had drew for her.On these pictures where figures,two with black banged hair, one with white hair with silver streaks,and one with a red goatee,short hair,and a sinister hell-hound smile,like that of a hungry wolf stalking its prey,getting ready for the kill.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 1 in Settings More Like This
She turned on her back and looked at the white ceiling,sighing.She began to close her eyes as everything around her went silent and dark.
She awoke in a forest that seemed endless.The trees where all dead,gray,lowering down sometimes.She picked herself up and began to walk trying to find anyone in this dead forest.Suddenly a figure was seen,a small girl.She came close to her and reached out for her.
It was no female,it was a silhouette of a young girl.She wore a white dress,and held a stuffed bear.She began running.
The female however looked at her hand,and saw a JERICHO MK IV claw.She saw it, she was in the Shinagami a
ODST Brotherhood prolugeWell...its been a year since reach....since i lost many friends and family,since i lost the love of my live,and...since i nearly lost my entire squad.But,i made a soul promise,i'd protect them with my life. I've had to many losses,but that ends this day.Heh listen to me rant i forgot to introduce myself, my name is Jack Christopher noeland.I'm and ODST (orbital drop sock trooper)i was a army soldier on reach....but thats past me now,i cant tell you the horrible memories i saw on that planet.Well anyways let me give you the rundown.Im a commander,and im with a unsc division thats always been known as the best of the best 1st disivion wolf pack.In second in command,and my right hand man,is my childhood friend,Dibs dubbo.He's austrailian,mean,and ready to kill the covenant,just the soldier i need for the second in command.He carries a pretty mean shotgun,its from when we where on reach,the special thing about it,is that it as tree barrels on it.He regrets what happened to us onODST Brotherhood proluge in Settings More Like This
Ghost of the fallen: PrologueThe year is 2017,russia and america have bene at war with each other for 3 years now.A russian spetnaz squad assaulted a civilian mall ,killing over 400 people inside it.Then detonated a cluster bomb in the process.The us declared war on the russian federation the next day sending in over one hundred fifty thousand active combat units into russian providence's and countries allied with russia.Ghost of the fallen: Prologue in Settings More Like This
After two years of bloodshed and conflicts the truth was brought to light.The Russian federation asked the united states if they could send a KGB opertive into a suspects estate in a five star hotel in Dubai.The united states agreed and gave russian 48 hours to find the evidence.A russian KGB operative known as "Sound" went into the suspects estate and found the truth,and brought it into the light, unfortunately giving his life soon after.The evidence was clear,what the united states and the russian federation uncovered shocked both them and their allied states. A man named Joseph marshal attacke
Marines HymnFrom the Halls of Montezuma,Marines Hymn in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
To the shores of Tripoli;
We fight our country's battles
In the air, on land, and sea;
First to fight for right and freedom
And to keep our honor clean;
We are proud to claim the title
Of United States Marine.
Our flag's unfurled to every breeze
From dawn to setting sun;
We have fought in every clime and place
Where we could take a gun;
In the snow of far-off Northern lands
And in sunny tropic scenes;
You will find us always on the job
The United States Marines.
Here's health to you and to our Corps
Which we are proud to serve;
In many a strife we've fought for life
And never lost our nerve;
If the Army and the Navy
Ever look on Heaven's scenes;
They will find the streets are guarded
By United States Marines.
Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 2Sayia walked through the halls,feeling the eyes of the oni soldiers upon her.It didn't phase,or spook her,in fact her presence spooked them,did she care?No sayia was used to people being afraid of her. She knew she had nothing to be afraid of,just loosing her fellow shinagami's.She had finally entered the shinagami's gathering room,where the shinagamis sat in chairs as the shadow projected a hologram showing their briefing, intelligence,enemy faction weapons and vehicles,and their targets.Sayia sat in her chair which overlooked the round room she stared down them watching them chat and converse,besides yuki who spent most of her time humming her mothers song she wrote for her when she was a little girl.Subjected in the shadow's: Chapter 2 in Settings More Like This
Suddenly a silhouette appeared in the middle of them all, smoking a cigarette,it was their leader,the infamous ONI shadow.The leader of ONI
"Good evening shinagamis."he softly spoke,like a gentleman.
"Good evening shadow sir."they quietly replied.
Dance with me.Do you wish to know me?Dance with me. in Free Verse More Like This
Wish to understand my heart?
Then come dance with me,
dance and play a part.
Be a lover to the death,
and hold me near.
Be a ship for my soul,
and let me steer.
Come with me across the floor,
and do not speak.
Dance with my heart,
and it's yours to seek.
Never let me fall,
but help me fly.
Dip me back,
and show me the sky.
Love me now,
with the way that you dance.
Teach me new steps,
and take the chance.
Any part of me you wish,
I'll give you the right.
So long as you're dancing,
beside me tonight.
If after tonight,
is where we draw the line.
Then I will accept it,
your not being mine.
For as long as we're dancing,
our hearts beat together.
A moment I'll cherish,
for now, and forever.
Then again if come morning,
you're still in my arms.
I'll take it we've fallen,
for each others charms.
But right now it's the movement,
that's all that I see.
Morning doesn't matter,
if you're dancing with me.
WanderingI wandered once for many days.Wandering in Free Verse More Like This
Within a self created maze.
Through twisting tunnels, made of stone.
Feeling very much alone.
For a time I thought that true,
until I caught a glimpse of you.
I did not find an exit then,
but rather something found within.
A center shown within my heart,
which you were very much a part.
And now with you I wander still,
but far and wide, and of free will.
The wondering AspensThe wondering AspensThe wondering Aspens in Free Verse More Like This
I like to watch the aspens here.
They seem to quiver,
But not in fear.
It’s like they’re whispering.
The way the leaves move.
I think they’re asking.
I never know the question though.
It always changes.
With every new breeze I see blow.
Sometimes I hear parts.
Who’s, where’s, why’s, what’s
But before I hear the rest another question starts.
Each and every Aspen tree.
I know, wants to learn.
To understand beyond what they see.
And I always wished I could answer the questions.
Of those ever whispering, wondering Aspens.
BirdsBirdsBirds in Free Verse More Like This
Are you an eagle, who perches with pride?
Or are you a seabird, who flies with the tide?
Are you a crow, who caws with the crowd?
Or are you a nightingale, singing aloud?
Are you a grown swan, whose feathers are sleek?
Or are you still a nestling, timid and weak?
Are your feathers bright colors that shine in the day?
Or are they slick black, or a soft fading grey?
Are you like the crane, who’s balanced in flight?
Or are you a hummingbird who zips out of sight?
Are you the owl, with knowing old eyes?
Or are you the magpie that hunts for a prize?
Do you know your direction, and soar softly and slow?
Or do you flit about quickly with no place to go?
Are you a lone flyer, a swift soaring hawk?
Or are you with the geese that soar in a flock?
Do you pick up strange currents exciting and new?
Or do you follow old flights that other wings flew?
Well, no matter your bird, or the wings that you earn.
Before you take flight there’s a lesson to learn.
That no matter the wingspan,
Of Angels and DemonsSmile sweet devil,Of Angels and Demons in Free Verse More Like This
temptation of mine.
Just gaze from a distance,
do not cross the line.
Speak softly sweet devil,
that's all I implore.
For if you call louder,
I cannot ignore.
Don't threaten sweet devil,
to burn me to ash.
For I'd be set free,
my resistance would crash.
Don't promise sweet devil,
your traitorous heart.
Even knowing the lie,
I would gladly take part.
Understand me sweet devil,
this is how it must be.
I'm a creature of day,
so you cannot have me.
Leave me sweet devil,
it's how we must live.
For the heart of an angel,
is not free to give.
Silence! my angel,
your foolish replies.
For you and I both know,
they're nothing but lies.
Obey me my angel,
you know that you must.
The dark may seem strange,
but I'm sure you'll adjust.
Don't speak here my angel,
for you'd be a liar.
To say you think ill,
of all kinds of fire.
Don't wound me my angel,
from your perch there above.
Even creatures that dwell
in the shadows can love.
Shame of a Broken HeartShame of a Broken HeartShame of a Broken Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Time and time again I make this mistake,
fall hard and fast just to hit the ground.
My emotions refuse to remain quiet
when I open up to someone.
Trust is my biggest mistake in life.
I will never regret my choices
but I also wish I could learn from them.
Whats done is done and life continues
to go on at it's own pace.
Two LoversTwo LoversTwo Lovers in Free Verse More Like This
In an open glade, deep in the moonlit woods,
two lovers slip through the velvet darkness before the dawn.
Fog moves across the heath as slowly and silently as smoke.
It moves over the two lovers as they entwine themselves, become one.
This quite moment is one of love and forgivness.
As these lovers burrow their bodies in the sweet, lush grass
they hope they will never have to hear those ethereal chimes
calling them to the eternal peace of the silent grave.
Losing MyselfLosing MyselfLosing Myself in Free Verse More Like This
I like to project that I am strong,
that no one can touch or shake me.
But all this is an elaborate mask
I wear to keep the real me locked away.
I hide my sorrow, pain and shame
beneath a mask of happiness and joy.
People saw what I wanted them to,
except for the few brave few who dared
to try to dig and uncover the real me.
The me who fights off pain day and night
and writes words on a page to keep from
putting red slshes in my arm.
I feel like a part of myself is slipping away
bit by tiny but until nothing is left
but an empty husk of the woman I was.
People see the sarcastic tone and
haughty attitudeand think I think
I'm all that. Well they are dead wrong.
That behavior hides a vast sea of pain and loss
I will not show to anyone I do not trust.
And maybe I make mistakes but I live through them
and allow my life to go on and unfold before me.
Ice in My HeartIce in My HeartIce in My Heart in Free Verse More Like This
Day after day I feel the pain insideme grow.
It seems like just yesterday when you loved me
but now it feels like we are seperated by a wall.
A wall taller and thicker then the ones in China and Berlin.
My once open and passionate heart is dust on the floor
from trying to scale the wall and falling on the barbed
wire you built into the concret to keep others out.
I never held back but you never opened to me
and my love was wasted on a heart of stone and iron.
I gave you my all, my everything but only got pain.
So I put on a perfect happy mask every time i saw you.
I hid every emotion from everyone around me
so nobody would know how you made me feel.
Finally after all these years I found a person to accept me
as who I really, truly am, under all the lies.
Who could see beneath the masks to my pain.
He helped me see who I was, what no one else saw.
But in the end I will be all alone.
Every night I sleep completly alone and miss what could have been.
I feel the ice growing
Principalities and PowersThe angels that did not keep their proper domain Jude 1:6Principalities and Powers in Settings More Like This
The angels who sinned II Peter 2:4
Principalities and Powers IINames MeaningPrincipalities and Powers II in Settings More Like This
Beelzebub Lord of the Flies 2 Kings 1:2, Matthew 12:24
Belial Worthless &
My Journey to FaithMy own journey to faith has been a long complex one.My Journey to Faith in Profiles More Like This
Like most African Americans of the 30's, my parents were raised in the church, but neither
of them were really Christians. Furthermore my dad had a bitter experience in church when he
was young that forever soured him to religion and he had absolutely no interest in it.
Mom believed in God and enjoyed watching Robert Schuller's on TV, but her belief in God was mixed
with a hodgepodge of other things, including reincarnation. She was also a firm believer in 'to each his own.'
She thought that all paths led to God and that as long as one led a good life that was enough.
Despite this, God had His hand on me, because from the time I was little I instinctively sought Him.
Very early on I had a deep curiosity and hunger for spiritual things. I loved Bible stories and was
very curious about God. On the few occasions my mom or some other relative took me to visit a church
or Sunday school, I always felt a strange yearning. I wanted something
SixFightSix fightSixFight in Sci-Fi More Like This
Shar checked over her DMR being sure it had a fill clip. She want sure exactly what she was doing here. The sleek metal walls were familiar, having been here once before for one of the most fun days of her life. She wondered if she'd get to see Kelly again.
Shar stood in the silence of the forge room, looking around for any sign of the monitor. Shar turned as she heard steps and a friendly arrived on her motion tracker. She was disappointed to find herself looking at an orange armored soldier.
The two stood in silence, staring at each other. Shar felt like this person was familiar, but she didn't recognize the armor at all. A third figure arrived, clad in silver armor. The silence continued until a fourth soldier arrived. This one was clad in white and read armor. They all just looked at each other until finally the white and red armored soldier pointed at Shar. "What happened to you?"
Shar looked down at her arm. "Combat incident." She looked around at other women. "I'm Lieu
The End: Reach SpoilersSix stood, watching the space battle above. Reach was fully and completely lost, but she had gotten the AI to the ship. She only hoped it would be enough to give humanity a chance. She knew that there was nothing left for her to do. She'd stayed behind to fire the gun, to make sure that they got away. She knew that it meant she was signing her own death sentence.The End: Reach Spoilers in Fan Fiction More Like This
Her mind traveled to her fallen teammates. Emile, who still lay beside the elites he had killed. In the end he'd had her back, and she couldn't have asked anything more from him. Carter, whose final sacrifice had opened the way for them. His leadership had showed her through till the end, and she was thankful for it. Kat, whose death seemed so unfair. One minute they were beside each other, and the next she was gone, having been killed by a lucky shot. She'd been a brilliant second-in-command, and had been rather accepting of Six. Maybe it was because it was the addition of another woman to the team. There was a sort of bond t
NicknamesKat stared down at the data on the screen before her. She was completely engrossed in it and didn't notice the man come up behind her. "Hey there, Kitten." Kat rounded on him and glared up at Thom. "Oh come on, why can't I call you that? I heard Carter call you it."Nicknames in Sci-Fi More Like This
"That's his nickname for me. You don't get to use it." Kat crossed her arms and continued to glare.
Thom's shoulders slumped and he sat down in the seat beside her. "Fine, I won't call you Kitten." He looked away for a moment and Kat returned to her work. "How about call you Kitty?"
"No." Kat glanced over at him. "Why don't you do something more productive? Work on your aim, or maybe study some strategy?"
"Aw, you trying to tell me I'm not perfect?" Thom slumped a bit, becoming completely relaxed. "You know, why don't we have nicknames? I mean, don't most teams have nicknames?"
"Because we are serious soldiers. We don't have time for nicknames." Kat didn't look away from the screen.
"I think it would be a good team building
afterlifeHe remembered the hunters, being shot, and how the strength had been zapped from him. He'd woken up here and he didn't really know where here was. From the looks of it, it looked like the base they had trained at when he was a kid. He moved across the familiar base and toward the exercise fields.afterlife in Sci-Fi More Like This
He didn't find what he expected. Rather than finding trainees doing daily exercise he found a group of Spartans playing catch. He moved toward them and frowned as he realized who they were. The Spartan closest to him was Joshua and the one to his right was Grace. Both of them had died before he'd even reached Onyx.
"So, we're dead?" The other Spartans stopped and turned to Will when he spoke.
"Not so happy to see you here, Will." Joshua moved over. "You need a glove?" He tossed a baseball glove over to Will who caught it. Joshua grinned at him. "You'll get used to it."
"I don't think I understand." Will slipped the glove on and looked around. "Is this what the afterlife, cause it looks a lot l