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Home - A Concrete Poem i amHome - A Concrete Poem in Concrete Poetry More Like This
empty without your
familiar ground, and exhausted from
standing so far away, my beautiful
home. muffled are the moonlit
cries of wolves as my harsh
yearning does nothing
but snow inches upon
inches and ice-over all
the hurt i had held so
tightly against me,
stumbling through the
present. i want to turn
and wander back to you,
oh homeland, oh frozen one.
how i miss your cold embrace.
I've Changed (poem)I've ChangedI've Changed (poem) in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ABCB
11-15-12
3 stanzas
i change the color of my eyes
for my world looks so askew.
maybe i'll feel better if i'm
violet, red, or blue.
i change the color of my skin
to blinding ivory: snow.
every winter clings to me
and i want everyone to know.
i change the color of this room
to kill the normal: insincere.
if everything is fake,
i have nothing left to fear.
SunburnedSunburnedSunburned in Free Verse More Like This
AAAA, BBBB
7-31-10 & 8-1-10
8 stanzas
nursing my sunburns, i wait
watching now how you're so irate
laughing right back at your hate
i can already taste your new fate
like fire wings on my shoulders
your thick words grind like boulders
blood drips from my soul's cup holders
freezing like november's dead clovers
drowning again in this painful light
the sun is heavy in skies too bright
i gasp for air on many a deadly night
you left me to die, but i can still fight
my wounds chafe and crack open
i wish you could see where i've been
hell and back for you again and again
creating my misery, just like back then
skin pee
Enter: The PseudEnter: The PseudEnter: The Pseud in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ABCB
7-28-10
8 stanzas
counterfeit flames burn again
i see a new set of deceiving eyes
she'll rip what's left of me away
using you to subdue my cries
jealousy prepared me for this
the intrusion of a second drone
now i'll fight for my claimed ground
i was already torn from my throne
tried to hold it all inside my head
as if such a blessing could save me
now images of your face float higher
and once more those eyes are the sea
my frayed heart has been disfigured
what was once a free spirit lies in dust
this punishment exceeds all the rest
and you told me that i was unjust
what debris shall i expect from you?
La TormentaLa TormentaLa Tormenta in Free Verse More Like This
7-27-10
the hum
the hiss
damp hopes
dead bliss
Harvests of Thunder's brusque rhythm.
droplets cross bridges
angered sirens erupt
firelights coat skylines
camera flashes; abrupt
the calm
the dawn
young wisdom:
your spawn
Curtains of rain sacrifice such a Love.
beating drums gather
floods capture reason
harsh voices calling
devoured by treason
the depths
the remorse
such destruction
scarred divorce
Damage done by gnawing Mouse teeth.
dribbling burnt words
mouths stapled shut
sifting through pores
in Thunderhead's gut
the masks
the knife
roped branches
raped strife
Termites hollow out the hopeless Sou
AwakeAwakeAwake in Free Verse More Like This
Blank/Free
7-26-10
15 stanzas
i realize how the hate had surfaced
here in the moon's calm evening light
how the sweetest light became cold
and why you turned your back so soon
i've got my friends outside my window
the tower beacon pulses and calculates
while leaves hang like dark feathers
as the rooftops show me reflections
through the glass, the moon isn't alone
no, it has a twin standing too close
and only when i look straight ahead
does it choose to see my face and hide
simply mangled by the hours passing
once more i cling to what i can't see
toes prodding at this old carpet's fibers
fan wings flutter, creating fal
Seven NightsSeven NightsSeven Nights in Free Verse More Like This
Blank/Free
7-18-10
7 stanzas
seven nights of city lights
drowning in a sea of orange
butterflies haunt my every step
tried turning away; can't find success
seven days of a quiet maze
broken only by barking dogs
like the anger we've kept inside
faked happiness; won't pretend again
seven hours of soft rain showers
all weighed down with my tears
i exist in an empty shell of me
numbed again; nothing left here
seven weeks of harsh critiques
from branches and radio towers
and birds hiding behind leaves
bedroom windows mock; breaking me
seven fires scorch my desires
bleeding away the metaphors
the heat has become u
Identity LostIdentity LostIdentity Lost in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ABCB
7-17-10
8 stanzas
identity lost.
heartbeat misplaced.
my hands are still burning
from the shooting stars we chased.
purpose faded.
reasons forgotten.
daylight passes like shadows;
storms over our islands: grown rotten.
hopefulness ends.
emptiness takes control.
new kings rise to power now
to govern by battle-scarred soul.
harvests fail.
mourning subsides.
deep beneath a sheet of tears
is where my conscience often hides.
messages prompt.
willpower pulls away.
i'll do what you want now
to make up for when i didn't obey.
love constricts.
time won't repair.
your hate left a hole here.
i'm numb because
Another LifeAnother LifeAnother Life in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ABCB
7-17-10
10 stanzas
another week gone by
this fire burns too steadily
outside, branches hold their leaves
while skies pity me so readily
my eyes shed more lashes
with a heavy stream of tears
sobs shake the day once more
the clouds listen without ears
another hour gone by
wasted minutes in your shadow
like an ant on summer sidewalks
dying, but too stupid to know
my hate resurfaces again
and i scream the memories away
hollowed out by this cruel game
when i'd like to change it all today
another chance gone by
cried in the face of opportunity
a word that could have ended this
do i care what you think of me?
Mind at MidnightMind at MidnightMind at Midnight in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
ABCB
7-10-10
8 stanzas
trapped in tear-soaked bed sheets
lost inside a sin-drenched soul
flimsy memories spin like feathers
in hurtful winds i can't control
still rotting like a spoiled fruit
ashes building higher up inside
charcoal blends within cold veins
drowning heat i'd been denied
aching sorrow takes my reins
crumbling into chronic despair
under bridges, scraping walls
the sleeping bears are unaware
tonight the sky peels away
orange lights simmer and spit
the city below, it taunts me
like candles waiting to be lit
fan blades turn like buzzing flies
elbows fall asleep unwarned
tower beacons breathe
Black --Chapter 17--The small party had stared up at the man silently for a moment before he let his pet fly off again, and began making his decent down the rock face. Nimbly, his scurried down the rock and leapt the last 10 feet down to stand beside them. As he smiled to them, his raven landed on his shoulder when he was safely on the ground.Black --Chapter 17-- in Fantasy More Like This
“… Who are you?” Derek stared at the man suspiciously. Despite the fact that this man had saved his life, Derek wasn’t willing to let his guard down just yet.
“I should be asking you that,” the stranger replied in a friendly tone. His gaze then fe
Black --Chapter 14--“Fine, how about… If she comes, gets us supplies, and we leave camp in the middle of the night and leave her behind?”Black --Chapter 14-- in Fantasy More Like This
“Mow!”
“We’ll stop near a road! She’ll find her way back!”
Felix hissed at his brother. Derek sighed.
“We can’t drag her around with us, she’ll slow us down!”
“Mrow.”
Derek threw a rock against the tree ahead of him in frustration. There seemed no other option. The girl would be coming with them.
And so, when she returned carrying a coat and backpack, Derek was forced to follow her to a sporting goods store. Aura went in to get a couple smal
Black --Chapter 13--Within a few hours, Derek had managed to steal enough tarp material for a tent, and a few other necessities he was able to find in backyards around the neighborhood. By the time he had gotten everything he needed (that he could find), people were starting to return home from their jobs. He had gotten his affairs in order just in time.Black --Chapter 13-- in Fantasy More Like This
But, the highschool students were also beginning to be let out.
Instead of going straight home, Aura made a B-line to the cemetery, which she had planned to do since 3rd period this morning. When she searched in a few of the trees and saw nothing, she sighed and sat at the roots of an old oak and waited. Th
Black --Chapter 12--Local newspapers had been covering the latest scandal in the town. Their cemetery had been vandalized. Well, not just vandalized, but completely and utterly destroyed. It looked as though a herd of elephants had been let into the graveyard. Police blamed it on thugs, but the highschoolers in the region liked to make up their own stories. Many of which blamed the “monster”. One student told his friends he even walked by the cemetery near nighttime, and saw some dark shape slink into the shadows. Another said he heard something growling when he walked by. More tales soon followed.Black --Chapter 12-- in Fantasy More Like This
Aura overheard her peers, and couldn’t h
Black --Chapter 11--Humans are so predictable.Black --Chapter 11-- in Fantasy More Like This
The next day, the girl had returned, looking for Derek. He warily stayed in a tree that had hung on to just enough leaves to keep him under cover, and watched her walk through the graveyard. She took a short moment to stop by a pair of headstones, and eventually, her path led to the base of the tree.
Derek balanced himself in a crouch on a steady branch, and observed, 8 feet above her, like some sort of creepy guardian angel. Finally, the girl sighed, and sat at the base of the tree, unaware of her audience.
Enough waiting. Now was the time to make himself known.
“… You came back.”
Aura
Black --Chapter 16--“Derek, we’ve been running for ha-half an hour! How many times are we going t-to zigzag around trees?” Aura complained, out of breath. “We must be li-… light-years ahead of them by now!”Black --Chapter 16-- in Fantasy More Like This
They had indeed been fleeing from the creatures for a long time, but Derek wasn’t ready to stop. Werewolves were persistent things, and once they had a scent, they weren’t likely to let up until they met their prey.
A game of cat and mouse, in which the cat was the mouse, it seemed.
Derek stopped for a moment to look behind them and listen. Aura sigh
Black --Chapter 15--The windows rattled as the wind outside howled and whistled. It made it hard for me to sleep. I sighed and rolled the covers off myself, sitting up and slipping on my slippers.Black --Chapter 15-- in Fantasy More Like This
“… Derecon?” my brother whispered sleepily when a floorboard I stepped on creaked. I shushed him with my finger.
“I’m just going to get a glass of water. Go back to sleep.” I said softly. His head flopped back onto his pillow and he mumbled something incoherent, before I heard the soft breathing that meant he was asleep.
I walked down the stairs, being careful
Black --Chapter 10--“Mow…”Black --Chapter 10-- in Fantasy More Like This
“… I noticed that too…” Derek hung up his cloak outside the tent as his brother leapt onto the log by the fire. The blackness of the night surrounded them like a guardian, sheltering them from the cruel world outside this forest.
“Mow,” his brother continued, and the cat looked into the fire.
“There was a strong resemblance, yes…” Derek seated himself beside Felix and sat forward, resting his cheek in his palm. His face looked thoughtful, thinking about what the cat beside him had brought to mind.
Those eyes… Bright blue and unforgettable. He had seen them before
Black --Chapter 9--Black --Chapter 9-- in Fantasy More Like This
“It is getting dark. Humans cannot see well at night. I suggest you return…” He stood after the long silence. Aura wanted to know more, more about his species, his circumstances, his brother, but she decided it best to listen to him, and stood.
Derek lifted the hood of his sweater back over his head, covering his ears, and his eyes with shadows. Aura didn’t like his eyes covered…
He led her to the gates of the cemetery and stopped at the entrance.
“Felix will lead you back to your home…” He began to turn back and the cat trotted to Aura’s side.
“You won’t come?” she asked,
Black --Chapter 8--Black --Chapter 8-- in Fantasy More Like This
Aura looked at him apprehensively. “U-Um…”
Derek looked around at her seriously, and she finally nodded.
They made it to the safe covert of the trees before he turned abruptly and looked at her. His eyes were stern. Vigilant.
Cat-like.
“I warn you… you’re about to see the reason people hated my family so much. Humans hate everything that’s different than them. Which is why… I won’t blame you if you run.”
“I won’t run…” Though at the moment, she was a bit frightened by the severity in his voi
Poison - 2Poison - 2Poison - 2 in Free Verse More Like This
Loosely inspired by [BEFERA] and Strike Hour.
I don’t know why you hypnotize me
I don’t know why I can’t escape you
Why do you fascinate me
Why can’t I break your stare
You’ve become my oxygen
My burning, vital breath of air
Your rage is my storm and my phobia
Your sadness my agony and my despair
Your loneliness my starvation and my pain
Your happiness my triumph, my victory.
Your reputation is a shameful, cowardly lie
That conceals what you really are inside.
Just take me now
Just take me away from this lie that’s my life
This perfect template of what I’m supposed to be
Shatter
CrushCrushCrush in Free Verse More Like This
You offer me a promise
A promise you can't keep
You offer me your help
Help that you won't give
As my voice begins to shake
As I ask you to back off
I ask for only space
Some space to level off
As my throat begins to tighten
The tension taking hold
You tell me to get real
It's only teenage angst
My breaths come shorter, faster
As I sink onto the floor
My heart begins to pound
I ask for space again
You start in with your speech
How I need to grow up
How I need to get a grip on me
As I try to tune you out
The numbness starts and creeps
From my fingers toward my heart
My hands begin to shake
I lie down, shuddering
Ghost in the DarkThe poor dumbshit was totally unaware of his presence. Unaware of the intensely focused eyes locked on him, unaware that he was already drawing his last breaths.Ghost in the Dark in General Fiction More Like This
You did not mock the Midnight Shadow. You did not mock his cause. You did not stand in his way, because if you did, you were silenced. Forever.
There was an eight million dollar bounty on his head right now. He hated how this idiot had turned him into a prize, just something to be hunted. He hated the man’s inconsistency, his double loyalties. He hated how he underestimated him, how he disgraced him in front of his subordinates.
Big no-no.
He slowly slipped from his cove
Random PoemSkimming the waves of a silent seaRandom Poem in Free Verse More Like This
Turning quiet circles above the edge of night
Forever gilded in the sunlight
Above the border of perception
Above the place where earthly notions
Pierce the heavens
Lost comfortably in a world of unfettered thought
In a wilderness of dreams
Formless, I change at will
I am what suits my mood
Fangs, claws and wings?
Hooves, mane and tail?
Do I drop from night
On fantastic foes?
Do I run free
In fabled, endless fields?
Entire stories dug from silent tombs
Inspired by snatches of music,
By a glance on the street
…
SoloI have one piece of metal in my hand. It’s only a small, V-shaped piece of sterling silver, no more than an inch and a half across, with nothing but a very modest triangle within a circle in the center. It is very plain; it’s only a pin to some people. But to me, this pin is a shiny memory.Solo in General Non-Fiction More Like This
The twenty-five-hundred-pound machine I am sitting in is just a light framework of aluminum and fiberglass, and its interior is no more than three feet wide at its widest point. It’s roughly the same size, different dimensions taken into account, as a Kia.
My nervousness isn’t helped by the fact that there’s a very gusty cross
The RoadI stand here, alone, on a long, dark roadThe Road in Free Verse More Like This
Under the rain.
I have a piece of diamond,
Or glass,
Or ice
In my hand.
It glimmers with a hope, though not as bright
As before.
It’s lost its warmth
And now lies cold and dead
In my palm.
The glimmer is only superficial
Yet somehow, I still think it may
Have a life.
It’s gone
That old gleaming hope
Like every time before
A secret I shouldn’t have told
Every time
Every time I have that hope
The hope of maybe, someday
Not being lonely anymore
Every time in my stupid fleeting happiness
Every time I have to talk
I have to share my joy
My stupid, fragile hope
Random Snip 1He became more fascinated with her each passing day. Every day he watched her, he became more addicted – not in a desiring way, but out of curiosity, the same addiction that she held for him. She did not know exactly what he thought of her, nor did he know exactly what she thought of him (but he could safely assume that she was afraid of him.) Her name was as legendary as his own, at least in his eyes – she epitomized power, intelligence, and outright daring, in a slightly less dark manner than himself. He wondered if he had the same respectful fear of her as she had for him, but since he had never been able to pry into her mindRandom Snip 1 in Science Fiction More Like This
If Love Was AcademicsIf love was academic,If Love Was Academics in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe I would pass,
Passing...
That's an "A" or "B",
But that's not what I receive,
"F"'s and "D"'s,
ha
So unlike my academics.
Oh if only love was graded on a scale,
"A" for "awesome",
"F" for...
well...?
"FAIL"
No,
If love was academic,
Think of all the pretty girls,
All the ones who's brain plugs into a socket at night to charge,
What about them?
No princess story would survive,
No love song would be true,
If love were academic.
Silence and NoiseSilence of saddness is deafening.Silence and Noise in Free Verse More Like This
But the noise of elation is silence to my weary heart.
Why?She sat waiting pationtly as she bit her bottom lip waiting for his reply. This text message was so important to her.Why? in General Fiction More Like This
"Can I tell you something?" it began.
"Sure,"
"You can't tell anyone" he added.
The girl could see the hurt in his eyes, even though the only light was the dull glow of the cell phone she clutched in her hands.
"I promise" why? She knew promises lasted a lifetime, and this one could kill her best friend. But she promised. And a promise is a promise.
The phone shook violently in her hand, sending small tremors up her arm from the vibrations.
It's him she whispered to herself.
Flipping open the phone she clicked the butt
I walkI walk with no one at my side,I walk in Free Verse More Like This
I walk a path of a sorry lie,
I stand with my eyes shut tight,
I stand with torcher,
No end in sight,
I wait with sadness flowing free,
I wait with no one helping me,
I run with fear,
I run with somthing I held dear,
I hold my pride,
I hold my pride,
I walk with no one at my side,
I walk a path of a sorry lie,
You and I I want to be with him,You and I in Free Verse More Like This
You want to be with me,
I want to end up happily ever after,
You want it quick, and easy,
I want you to listen closely,
You want to let me cry in peace,
I want someone to hold me tight,
You want nothing but one thing tonight,
I wont settle for anything less than what I have in sight.
You'll settle for the first thing
Temptations...part 5Liam pulled me so close to him that I could faintly feel his heart beating at a steady pace. My heart, however, was racing! One of his hands held mine while the other was wrapped around my waist. At first we swayed slowly to the music then we gradually picked up pace. I was glad to know that I didn't have to do much of anything but let him pull me this way and that. I could hear in the distance Ethine and some unknown man singing.Temptations...part 5 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The man sung,
"I walked in town on silver spurs that jingled to
A song that I had only sang just a few.
She saw my silver spurs and said let's have some ti
Temptations...part 4Liam carefully helped me down from the mushroom and then pulled me so close to him that our foreheads touched. Our closeness made me nervous; I could feel my face getting hot. He was so gorgeous. What was it about me that he liked so much? I mean, I wasn't ugly but I wasn't pretty either; plain.Temptations...part 4 in Fantasy More Like This
"I have an idea," he breathed. "How about we play 20 questions while we're walking? I want to get to know you."
"Umm…ok," I said. It was an odd request but a nice one. "Where are we going?"
"You'll see," he said simply.
We started walking toward a thick forest of oak
Temptations...Part 3So we walked on even though, I was worried about a couple of things. The first thing was that the storm clouds I had seen earlier were above our heads. The second thing was that my parents were wondering where I was. Lastly, my cell phone had no signal.Temptations...Part 3 in Fantasy More Like This
I finally caught sight of a huge opening in the forest. Amid the clearing was what appeared to be the ruins of a temple. As we approached I could hear the steady current of running water. A mountain stream? I stood in the middle of this mysteriously astonishing site with my mouth gaping.
"What do you think?" Liam as
Temptations...part 2As I ate the music stopped and I watched the people leave one by one. I finally caught a glance of the fiddler. He was young, not much older than me. Rob was right about his eyes; Liam had the greenest eyes I've ever seen! They were like emeralds. His skin was dark and he was tremendously good-looking.Temptations...part 2 in Fantasy More Like This
He spotted me gazing at me. I quickly looked away but too late; he had already caught me staring. Trying to be furtive, I casually sipped my water while I peeked at Liam from the corner of my eye. I was stunned to realize that he was grinning in my direction. Mr. Sexy Fiddler Dude came walking toward my table with his violin in its ca
Don't SpeakLifeless, devoured by sadness.Don't Speak in Free Verse More Like This
I am less than me.
A hull,
A shell,
nothing.
Don't speak, your too afraid to talk.
"Why" I ask, I cry.
"Tell me. Talk to me," but it falls on deaf ears.
What am I to do? Where am I to go?
Flowers wilt and die,
and so do I.
Happy is the dream that I strive for.
I've created my mess, and now I must lie in its belly,
waiting for the verdict,
waiting for you.
Maybe its all really useless.
I should have...It's not easyI should have... in Free Verse More Like This
being away from friendship
It's like something breaks inside you
that will never be made whole again.
Many times I thou8ght,
"I should have stayed quiet"
Even if the truth is
unbelievable.
"I should have stayed quiet"
When I told you my troubles
"I should have stayed quiet"
When you asked
"I should have stayed quiet"
I guess I was wrong.
I want to make things better
I want to rescind the story I've said
to see if anything is repairable.
Those long years seem all for nothing
They don't matter anymore,
do they?
Friendship holds no bounds
Friendship is never boastful or angry
Friendship is Love
A Better DecisionYou don't know how it felt that dayA Better Decision in Free Verse More Like This
how I dreaded going to work,
Four measly hours long.
How afraid I was,
How scared I was,
How much I just wanted to stay away.
"Give it a day or two," I said
"Enough so we can think."
I was spat on
told not to return,
over an issues of wanting to help.
I guess the old saying rings true,
you're that horse who doesn't want to drink.
Still I ran from two friends,
questions wrought in they're minds.
I'm sure I looked like I was ready to cry.
I had to get away
to compose myself,
to cry those tears.
Long ago my decision was made
and concrete it is.
I'll not have my emotions toyed with
I'll
Goodbye~Goodbye~Goodbye in Free Verse More Like This
I feel like I'm saying goodbye
to many years of friendship.
I'm so sad
and I'm so mad.
I said something that I shouldn't have
believing she had the right to know.
She's my family
but somehow the words got twisted
and wasn't believed.
No matter how impossible it seems.
I don't want to say goodbye.
But I feel like I have no other choice.
The Sentinel: A Poem The Sentinel: A PoemThe Sentinel: A Poem in Concrete Poetry More Like This
All the night shall be your keep.
All those sleepers in their sleep
Will look to you and heed your call.
A moment where silence rules and dreams come true.
And then you shall see the nighttime's worth.
Transcend the dying and the birth.
See for yourself the beauty there.
The perfect frailness that is life.
Observe those lovely maidens of virtue!
Oh, behold the lads of brave stature that are true!
See the empires fall with broken spires.
And Father Time reclaim his own.
So watch the humans as they slumber.
And for once they might seem humble.
Listen to the silent plea of hope as the night wanes on
And see
Strong: A Work of ProseStrong: A Work of ProseStrong: A Work of Prose in Emotional More Like This
What is this feeling of entitlement?
Why do humans see the need to stand above their peers?
Why not stand with them? Are we not equal? Does God not love us all?
Are humans really so blind, as to think that the earth rotates around them? That they are the only ones that matter?
I am sick of this everlasting fight for I know I shall never win!
And yet. . . Still I try. Still I fight for change. I still continue to rise up when I fall.
Why is that?
Is it human-nature or my own personal struggle to keep my sanity?
Whatever the answer, I will continue to rise, and continue to believe.
For I am strong and will alwa
Expectation to the Fullest: Prose Expectation: ProseExpectation to the Fullest: Prose in Emotional More Like This
Anger and Anticipation all in one.
Fear so acute you can almost smell it . . .
I force myself to breathe in and out . . . in and out. . .
Focus on my pulse and recognize my heart beats.
One. . . Two . . . Three. . . One . . . Two . . . Three . . .
In and Out, I breathe.
Don't give into the fear.
Focus . . . Focus . . . FOCUS!
Focus at the light at the end of the tunnel.
Think of the freedom you will gain everyday at 3:00
. . . .
Enter here; enter purgatory.
One, two, three beats my heart.
I count the beats once more. Slow and Steady wins the race.
Nothing to lose, nothing to fear.
Your Guardian Angel i
The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem*The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem*The Forgotten One: A Halloween Poem in Free Verse More Like This
I am the one who hides behind your smile.
I am the monster you tell children to fear.
I am the chill that runs through your veins when you sleep.
I am the forgotten.
I am the one you will always fear.
I am the misunderstood.
Humans call me by many names, but they all amount to the same thing. . .
I am dangerous.
I am alone.
I am eternal.
I am the dead, the living, and the desperate.
I am the thinker and doer all in one.
I am the past, present, and future.
I am your lover, your stalker, your prey. . . .
But most importantly; I am the one who will kill you.
Claim you for the reaper, and welc
So Much to Learn - PrologueShe crashed into me. No, seriously. I saw her round the corner by the science wing, right by Mr. Newark’s room. She was in a dead-on sprint, but she didn’t seem to be going anywhere. Time had stopped. It was like the slow motion you see in those action movies, except everyone was talking in normal speed. She hiked her shoulder bag up further on her arm as it started slipping. I’m not sure if I was breathing, to be totally honest.So Much to Learn - Prologue in General Fiction More Like This
I felt a nudge on my shoulder as Kelsey tried to regain my attention. Blushing slightly, I realized I had completely missed a question she had asked.
“So are you going to the dance next weekend,
Untitled - starfireone3Butterflies flutter in the twinkling of her eyes. Secret knowledge hides in the shadows of those orbs.Untitled - starfireone3 in Free Verse More Like This
I fly -- riding the carpet that will take me to her secret library.
The books written a language I have forgotten. But she will help me learn again.
Red crystals like tear drops of blood line the covers in heartfelt patterns. I want to add my soul to the design where the world can see what is now hidden behind my cover. I am afraid.
Blue swirls cover the tracks of where I have been and try to hide from me where I should go. I will not stay in this quicksand but use the ladder of her knowledge to bail me out. My brunette Rapunzel who does
Jesus loves gays - jeeoI wasn't in love with the girl who's doorstep I currently stood upon. I wasn't even close with her anymore. In fact, I was pretty sure she hated me and would continue to hate me for the rest of her life. I stood there anyways, and rang the doorbell.Jesus loves gays - jeeo in General More Like This
The mother answered. I asked for her daughter.
She came down the stairs after peeking down from her bedroom doorway. The only thoughts that graced her mind were probably those regarding the necessity of my presence at her house.
"Hi, I've just got to tell you some exciting news-- but first can you come outside? I don't like having to look up at you. I want to be on eye level with you." I spoke
Possession - Chapter OneIt was another boring day under the mountains. The valley offered little entertainment for Merdoch and his friends. Living off their parents wealth, work was not required to live a luxurious life, doing whatever they felt. However, having all the time in the world, they had already done all such things of enjoyment, and were now empty of ideas.Possession - Chapter One in General Fiction More Like This
Instead they sat inside all day, reading and bickering. Telling stories and sharing useless information. On this particular day, Edward had decided to tell Merdoch, in great detail, the same story is fiancé had told him the night before.
“They say he has white hair, like snow. Under his eye
Possession - Chapter TwoWhen he woke, the air was thick and warm, and his heart was racing. He felt aroused, and nervous, and fearful, and invigorated all at once. Merdoch dared not open his eyes, for fear the sensation would end, as terrifying as it seemed. His legs and arms felt numb, but he could feel the warm tingle of anticipation spread through his limbs as he became more awake and aware. He shuddered and opened his eyes to a velvet curtain hanging over him. The rich blue fabric was draped over the four-poster bed like a rippling sea of luxury, intertwined with the dark mahogany.Possession - Chapter Two in General Fiction More Like This
He sat up, heaving the heavy blankets from his lap. The bed in which he lay coul
Possession - PrologueI was taken from my home before I had learned to run from strangers. I remember that night like I remember my own name. The night was filled with flame and painful cries. I was stolen from my mother, while she cried and begged.Possession - Prologue in General Fiction More Like This
I remember my name because she was screaming as they took me from her arms. As I left them, she was killed and her name died.
She screamed for mine. Jinhwa. Jinhwa.
An experience so trivial, such as a glance from a stranger, can change your life depending on how often you’re presented with it. Even more, it depends who that person is.
Until I was ten years old, I had never experienced what it was like to be st
Eiji+Andrew - O Christmas TreeEiji cocked his hip, “I like this one.”Eiji+Andrew - O Christmas Tree in General Fiction More Like This
“It’s black.” Andrew didn’t seem convinced.
“So what if it’s black?”
“Aren’t trees supposed to be green?” Andrew cocked his head “Maybe it’s just me and my funky eyes, but it looks kind of diseased.”
Eiji scoffed and threw his hands up, “You’re not seeing past the tree and looking at the idea behind it. It’s for decoration – theoretically a Christmas tree can be any colour.” He crossed his arms, “And I like this one.”
Andrew shook his head “Well, if we’re not sticking to green
Things I am not or don't haveSometimes it is difficult to realize what we got until we lose it. And for the most of the part, we see what we don’t have.Things I am not or don't have in Philosophical More Like This
But sometimes what we don’t have or are not doesn’t always mean a bad thing.
I am not or don’t have a lot of things.
100 things I am not or don’t have
1. I don’t have cancer
2. I am not blind
3. I am not deaf
4. I don’t have physical defects
5. I don’t have psychiatric or psychological problems
6. I am not poor
7. I don’t have careless parents
8. I don’t have allergies
9. I am not ugly
10. I don’t have broken bone(s)
11. I am not always starving
12. I
True strengthStrength.True strength in Philosophical More Like This
The definition of strength varies among people.
Some people believe that strength comes from being superior.
Winning all the time, making others lose, pointing their weaknesses, and condescending them.
They believe that strength comes from how much they don't fall.
But a true strength is not determined by how much weakness they don't have.
It's determined by their strength to embrace and accept their weaknesses.
There is nothing wrong with being weak or wrong, or not knowing something.
Because what really matters is how they acknowledge and accept these weaknesses and strive for improvement.
A show of ignoran
Enlightenment.. Kai's pastThroughout the whole night, she couldn’t sleep and stop thinking about her son. Lying next to her was her husband, who woke up from her constant movement.Enlightenment.. Kai's past in Short Stories More Like This
“Maria, will you just sleep and stop worrying about that kid?” he said in annoyance.
“What if he’s not sleeping...,” she said, and quickly rolled off the bed.
“Maria…” he said, and grabbed her gown.
“Adrian!! You’ve seen what he did there. Who knows if he’s going to attempt it again!!”
“Hey! This is not the first time is it??” Maria quietly stood still, shaking a bit.
“And…whose fault is that?”
The worlds poison and antidoteThe worlds poison and antidote in Philosophical More Like This
Making the small differences in the world...Does what
one does to make the small change really matter?
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Introduction; The Problems and Where They Lie
There are many big issues happening in the world, regarding poverty, disease, human rights, animal rights, environment, and many others.
There are many people who act upon this to help improve them, but there are also people who don’t believe in small changes because the problem is too big, and often criticize those who try.
Deal with it, some would say. That’s how the world goes. There’s nothing we can do about it.
It is
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