-Who are your true friends?--Who are your true friends?--Who are your true friends?- in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Tell me, who are they?
How do you know they are your true friends?
Do you know?
Care for you?
Listen to you?
Always be there for you?
Never turn their backs on you?
Stick up for you?
Be true to you?
Be real to you?
Do your friends do any of this?
Your true friends
They are the ones who shine through the crowd
They are the ones who know what to say
They are the ones who will be there day by day
They are the ones who don't give up on you
They are the ones you can count on
They are the ones you can always trust
They are the ones you can talk to and feel at ease
They are the ones you can go to when you are in trouble
They are the ones you can look up too
They are the ones you are close too
So tell me?
Do you really know who your true friends are?
Do you honestly do?
Can you sit here and tell me yes with a straight face?
OR are you going to mask it up with bullshit?
I think it's time we becareful who we choose as true friends
-Silence--Silence--Silence- in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's so quiet, it's so peaceful..
Looking out the window, the skys are clear.
The stars light up the sky, followed by the moon light.
Sitting on my bed, thinking in solitude.
Silence, has taken over.
So quiet, not a voice to be heard.
No one around you, just you and your shadow.
Open up your journal, write a poem.
Pen on paper, words come out.
Putting your thoughts out for all to see.
Another chapter in your life has been written down.
So soothing, so calming, letting it all out.
It's a release!
Plauging thoughts, rage no more.
Out of your head, a burden is gone.
Sweet silence, for you to enjoy.
The moon light shines in the window.
Ilumminating, you and your journal.
It's your only light for this night.
No lamp, no overhead.
Just you and sweet silence.
The night seems never ending.
Hours and hours, the moon stays up.
Skys stay dark, stars still bright.
It's as if time has stopped.
No one around you, no one can hear you.
In your peaceful solitude.
Sweet silence, takes you away
-Perfection--Perfection--Perfection- in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I am perfection
I am the one you despise
I am the one you envy
I am the one you try to be
I am the one who lurks in your mind while you sleep
I am the one who makes everything flawless
I am the one who never screws up
I am the one who always get's it right the first time
I am the one who knows all the answers
I am the one who knows all the secrets
I am the one who see's everything
So many people try to be me
But they always fail
I laugh at them
I walk over them
I make them grovel at my feet
You cannot be me
For I am perfection
Perfection is unattainable
So quit trying to be me
because you won't win in the end
I am the one
I am the light
I am the dark
I am heaven
I am hell
I am everything you wish to be
I am everything you wish you weren't
I am what you long for
I am your love
I am your lust
I am your pain
I am your hate
I am your greif
I am your life
I am perfection
You cannot be me
-Why can't it be the same?--Why can't it be the same?--Why can't it be the same?- in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Why can't things be the same?
Why can't they be like they used to?
Why is everyone walking away...
Not caring, turning their backs..
This isn't how it used to be..
We all used to be happy, together and stood for each other.
Now it's like the rain, coming and going..
Destroying all that we had..
Don't you wish we could go back?
Don't you wish we could be like we once were?
All of our memories..all of the good times we all had..
All of that washed away as if it was lost in the rain..
Now we have yelling and arguing, pushing away, neglect and pain..
That's not what we wanted, don't you want to fix that now..?
I just hope one day, we can all go back..and be the same...
-One More Time--One More Time--One More Time- in Free Verse More Like This
Here I am locked in my past.
Trying to reach for something at which I once had.
Only to realize my own foolishness took it away.
What can I do? What can I say?
No matter what I do, you just don't want to stay.
I sit and I cry, thinking back of all the good times.
Looking at the sky, I wish apon a star.
I screwed it up, I went too far.
Just hoping one day, we can be like we once were.
One more time, that's all I ask..
I know you must look down on me.
I know I'm a fool.
I just wanted to be there..
I just wanted to let you know I care..
I'll be your friend, till the very end..
I just wish I could relive the good times..
One more time..
-So close yet so far...--So close but so far...--So close yet so far...- in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
She was my everything,
She always made me smile,
She made my life so great
I never wanted to imagine my life without her...
She didn't crush my heart
No, not like in the past where I have been thrown out without a care
She still loved me,
She was torn apart...
So was I
I want her to be happy
I want her to smile
I'm sure whoever she finds
He'll do alot better than I ever could...
We shared some wonderful times
She'll always have a place in my heart
I guess things don't always work out
It's never going to be the same again...
She loved me for who I am
I loved her for who she is
She didn't care about looks
She didn't care about money
She loved me for who I am on the inside, not on the outside
She know's she can always come to me
Whenever she is down, whenever she is lonely
I'll be there for her, i'll help her when she's down
I'll help her when she needs a friend by her side
I'll be with her always, i'll always be there
She'll always be in my heart
Will I ever find
-Empty Valentine--Empty Valentine--Empty Valentine- in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
It's that time again...
Valentines day is coming
Boyfriends and girlfriends getting together
Husbands and wives loving each other
Where do I stand in all this?
I'm just another one who bites the dust
I have only received maybe one or two valentines my whole life
Sad isnt it?
I would say so
Is it the thought that counts?
Or will I be alone again this time?
Guess it woulden't really matter right?
It's just one day, nothing too bad can happen
I look at all the other people
The couples, they're so happy with each other
I almost become jealous because I don't have that happiness..
It will just be another empty day
Another empty valentines day
No one to even say "I love you"
Or "Will you be my valentine?"
Why am I even thinking this now?
I guess the lonliness within me just wants to creep out
I've surpressed it alot, valentines day is the day it gets me
It never fails
I just become alone
Nothing I can do or say
It will just be another empty Valentines Day
-You Are Still Strong--You Are Still Strong--You Are Still Strong- in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Ah my friend, why so down?
Look at you, your in a deep depression
You tell me it's 5 years worth
I Understand the pain you go through
But look at yourself
Your still here
You have proven time and time again
No matter what you faced
You always overcame it
Your strength continues to build
You have emotional longing
You feel hopeless at times
You feel like you are no good
But that's a lie
because you are someone
You are a human
You deserve a good life
I understand things haven't gone your way
In the past few years or days
The world, you feel better if it's locked out
Scared if you do something, it will cause trouble
But that's okay, because you aren't bad
You are not a bad person
You have gone through so much
But your strength always came out in the end
Your friends, always there for you for it all
Catching you when you took a fall
Don't ever feel alone
Though I know you feel it at times
I know you don't open to many people
They have to earn that ability
A select fe
-When I'm Gone--When I'm Gone--When I'm Gone- in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
What will happen when I'm gone?
Will you look back at me?
Look back at who you once knew?
Will you just laugh? or cry in sorrow?
You knew, that I always cared for you.
Though my actions broke the bond we shared.
I was blind, but you didn't care.
I wanted to fix it, but you coulden't let go.
That past you held on to, refused to try to make better.
I begged and pleaded, cried and weeped.
None of my words got through, all I got was heat.
Didn't find out untill the end, wish I had known sooner.
Again I could say I'm sorry, though it woulden't have any effect.
Now you turn your back on me, now I just feel neglect.
I looked up to you, I admired who you are.
I liked what you did. I like how you pushed yourself.
Didn't let anyone stand in your way.
You were like a stone, no one could take you down.
You were a great friend, I loved the times we had.
Unfortunatly, our great times came to a horrible end.
I wish that woulden't have happend.
I wish I could go back in time, and preve
-Distant Cries--Distant Cries--Distant Cries- in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I can hear it
I can hear those cries
Coming from afar
Coming from the distance
She cries loudly yet no one hears her
When she talks no sound comes out
Her mouth makes words
But nothing is heard
Punching the ground
Her knuckles now scared up
Covered in blood
She is tired of constant pain
She wants to be rid of this crimson rain
That dwells within her heart
A hard life
Though she still stands
Full of pride
She has taken so many hits
So many stabs
So many tackles
Yet she still has yet to fall
She is proud of her family name
Proud of who she is
This girl, she is one to admire
Though things might get rough at times
She manages to find a way to fix it
She doesn't let those who she cares about down
Though she just needs someone there
To listen to her cries
She has her friends
They are always there
Will always listen
Will always care
She knows this all too well
She just wants to break free,
From the chains of hell
She didn't ask to be this way
She just wants to live a normal li
Lone BirdLone bird in the rainLone Bird in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Open up to me little bird
May I shield your heart?
FlatlineTotal, suffocating silenceFlatline in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The only penetration the sound of hushed conversation
Mulling over pointless topics to distract
Blinding white rebounding off the floors
Off the walls
And through the windows to lay upon carefully gardened flowers
To create a facade of peace
A thick cloak of weakness settles over them all
As tears bounce off the cold linoleum tiles
Eyes slowly close to never be reopened
Artificial sheets host rapidly cooling flesh
Clasped hands slowly go limp
As the steady rise and fall fades
To a flatline.
A sob emerges from lips long closed
But it is absorbed by a wave of sorrow
That emits from the pieces of shattered hearts
To join an ocean of agony.
Room by room this same sequence plays over and over
Like a tape stuck on a grotesque scene
Until the masked one comes
With his dead eyes depicting what he has seen
Taking away someone they have known for years
Next to be seen as another empty shell to be lain to "rest."
Once you step through that door
Into a beautiful, clean a
SomedayI will find the true intentionsSomeday in Free Verse More Like This
Red curtains will rise
To submit its belly to the spotlights
The rain will lose its tyrannical grip
The sun will shine
Blood will stay within flesh
Ash will turn back into paper
Holding long lost love letters
To show the answers to those who know not their questions
Who are lost within or without.
All the fragile things will mend
Shadows will form into shade
Under the the breath of longevity
The petals of the rose that has no thorns
Will stay intact
And the sanguine colors will never fade.
I will remember where the heart is
That manifests itself in so many places
I will learn the secrets that were never told
To keep them secret a little longer
And the pen that wrote these words
To show myself
A warning from past experiences
A story from the future
A requiem for the epiphany
Of the things that are so obvious
A memento for all those unforgettable moments
Lest I have nothing to read while I wander aimlessly
A serenade to show my
White MacabreEyes close to peer at a landscape projected from blackness once againWhite Macabre in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
A whimsical world of blank abstraction and absolute unpredictability
Subtle analogies from remnants of life meanings
Or beautiful nothing's soft embrace to sooth and solace
But something is wrong
A crack in the fabric
A rip in the wall...
An entity steps through the disruption
To peer around with a slight sneer
Yet it has no face
Only a featureless landscape, a hole of a head
Like white macabre
Cold as midnight winter
Though this colorless oblivion is a veil
There is an unmistakable pair of eyes hiding
Beady little things
Composed of obsidian
Deeply contradictory to their ashy home
Taking in my dangerous sanctuary with baleful indifference
Deeper still into the illusion
There is an insuperable and unfathomable desire
A desire to create a banshee filled masquerade
And be the main character to screech and wail a heart's agony
All at once I realize this thing harvests unadulterated power
So fierce the simple thought bro
A PoemThis is my poemA Poem in Free Verse More Like This
To pour my soul onto paper
To corrupt a white landscape
With this black expression
That does nothing for humanity
Letters formed to words
Until words dance before my eyes when I wake
And ideas brush against my mind when I sleep.
This is my life
The only thing that will absorb me
The thing that will transform my twisted emotions
Into an edifice resembling beauty to be noticed or not
A redemption for my thoughts
A clear way to wash away the tar of boding.
Perhaps a gift
Or a cleansing
A converging of mind to paper
But whatever the case
I will always view this poem as...
Nature to express oneself.
To be understood.
This is communication.
Internal communication to all of humanity
In hopes of finally being understood
Of finally finding someone like ourselves.
This is what sets us apart from everyone else
The ability to create everything...
ConscienceThe miniscule murmer in the back of your mind,Conscience in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The barely discernable whisper during the war,
Questioning every motive and decision,
Throwing in a what if and a why to ever situation,
The only reason for hesitation during a simple conflict.
The smallest moment that means everything,
In a world of the biggest moments that mean nothing.
It is the flicker in the corner of your eye,
The haunting laughing that does not exist.
It is the only shadow in your life,
The only light in a universe of darkness.
It is the downfall of your rise,
And the contridiction to every one of your arguements.
It is what makes you whole,
And it is the only chip in your impenetrable shield.
DaisesIn the times when the world is blackDaises in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
The reassuring light begins to uphold a slight crack
A foul emotion starts its nightly patrols
When the indescribable scent of her hair
Falls into dirt holes
When her eyes flicker
My heart beat beats a beat quicker
But I just fall back into labyrinthine gardens
Picking at broken daises until my courage hardens
Back into reality I go
What truth will my slightly masked eyes show?
In the times when everything is blissful white
Away from the lands of pointless blight
When her voice cascades down my soul
A waterfall of bliss - sweet to drink as a whole
My heart beat beats a beat quicker still
So I escape to the grass on my hill
Where I gaze into the sun's chest
Until my muddy pupils change into a blue so blessed
Back into her arms I fly
Because she deserves everything under the sky.
But what do I do in the times
When the time is not definable as hell or sublime
When all I know is her softly freckled cheeks?
I can't run away into my stability land as she
GardenerSmiles shine through nothing,Gardener in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Clear as mud.
Teardrops form puddles,
Feathers cover the blood.
Sun and Moon merge together,
Day and night become one.
The seed sprouts and creates,
The tree grows,
The soul burns brighter, almost done.
The sparks fall down into dirt,
Telling a tale of the sword.
What more was left dies,
Envelopes the pain,
Embraces the hurt.
The strongest oaths shimmer,
A ripple in the silent sea,
A tear in reality's cloth.
Now the fire is covered,
Wet ash takes over,
A world of gray is upon us,
All hope is gone,
Fainter and dimmer.
Snowflakes begin to fall,
Land upon the charred ruins,
A bandage to heal the wounds,
But the inflicter has won,
The victim dead.
Now all can hear the call.
The message is lost within time,
The resurrected hero slaughtered,
The white blossom corrupted in its prime.
Now the world awaits for the hero's might,
A gardener to replant the light.
Last WishYou should just know..Last Wish in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
I'm happy for you.
It's good you've finally found clarity.
And I won't weigh you down,
I won't bother you with my emotions.
You probably know how I feel,
And I wish you could just ignore that,
But you still care for me and respect my opinon.
And I'm sorry I feel this way,
But there's no stopping it.
We shouldn't focus on it,
Because if it's ignored,
If I handle it myself,
In time it will fade,
Then perhaps be gone forever.
This situation is ludicrous beyond words,
And your decisions just scream it.
But I won't judge you for what you do,
Because only god knows what will happen next.
Hell, maybe it will actually work out,
Maybe we're just not meant to be,
But regardless I'm still here for you,
Despite my emotions toward this whole thing,
If you ever need anyone to talk to,
Anyone to ease the pain you go through,
I won't stand to see you cry,
To see your heart ripped open once again.
I refuse to see that record played again,
The hellish past playing out be
Insanity?The whirlwind of emotions becomes stronger,Insanity? in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Swirling endlessly and making no sense.
Black and white intertwine with no shades in between.
I'm willing to do anything to be rid of this angst,
A continuous unbearable feeling that I can't describe,
For no reason it haunts my mind and heart,
Feeding off the blood that I have mopped up,
Infecting the edges of my soul,
Until those smooth edges become tattered.
I don't know what I'm meant to say,
Just give me a hint and I'll follow along.
The pounding is fast fading,
And I do not want to face the deadly silence.
Demons lurk in the sunlight,
But I can't see their features or intent.
Lies rest in the shadows of truth,
And yet I can only see what others cannot,
The only grimace in a crowd of smiles,
The single shadow in a sea of light,
The poisoned dagger that falls behind the cloak.
This isn't a curse nor a blessing,
A sin nor a good deed.
It's simply what infests itself in me,
And there's nothing I can do otherwise,
So what is this jaded soul m
Best nightTonight was the best,Best night in Free Verse More Like This
You took my hand and held it tight..
I rested my head on your shoulder,
And you placed your head on mine..
I kept hoping it wasn't a dream,
I'm glad it wasn't..
It was the best night ever spent,
Can't wait to see you again...
WaitingAs I watch the rain fall down,Waiting in Free Verse More Like This
I remember the time when you were here...
I miss how you would hold me tight and kiss me..
How you would say you loved me..
Now I sit here by the window,
Looking to the sky..
I sit wrapped in your jacket..
Waiting for you to come home..
I Just Want to be with YouWhats done is done..I Just Want to be with You in Free Verse More Like This
Can't wait for tomorrow sun..
I want to hold you in my arms..
And be forever young..
I hope what I did was right..
I just can't bare to see the sight..
I love you, I do..
I just want to be with you..
DreamsI feel as if I'm always dreaming..Dreams in Free Verse More Like This
My dreams never seem to have a meaning..
I keep seeing you, lying on the ground..
I keep looking, but you always go unfound..
I wish you would come back,
And hold me in your arms..
I wish you would kiss me,
And protect me from my harms...
As I wake up wishing you were near..
I always remember the times you were here..
MadEver since that one day when you beat and broke me down,Mad in Free Verse More Like This
I've never said a word..
I sit looking out the window,
Into the lonely world..
What you did was wrong,
But how I miss you so..
As I sit by my window,
And look out to the world...
I often stop to wonder,
Are you ever coming back..?
Is this what its like..?He makes me feel all funny inside...Is this what its like..? in Free Verse More Like This
The way he smiles..
The way he makes me laugh..
And the way his eyes sparkle...
The way he holds my hand makes me feel safe..
And just being in his arms...
Its the best thing in the world...
I don't think I've ever felt like this..
Is this what it's like to be in love..?
What if..What if I told you I loved you..?What if.. in Free Verse More Like This
What if you loved me too..?
What if you took me in your arms and held me forever..?
What if you kissed me and promised to never let me go..?
What if you said you would never leave me..?
But then went and kissed another..?
What if you beat and bruised me..?
Would you say your sorry or leave me there..?
What if I took a knife and ended my life..?
Would you come to see me and cry..?
Or would you stay at home and never care..?
But what if you got down on one knee and took out a small box..?
What if you opened it and a ring glistened inside..?
Would everything change..?
Or would it turn out the same..?
What if I told you I loved you..?
Would you say you loved me too..?
CheaterWhen I first saw you,Cheater in Free Verse More Like This
My heart skipped a beat..
When I first saw you smile,
I knew that you were mine..
When you first kissed me,
I melted down inside..
Then came the day when I saw you with her..
You held her hand,
And kissed her neck,
And told her she was the one..
You broke my heart to pieces..
I thought I could trust you..
You told me you were sorry,
But I was afraid it would happen again..
I've heard about guys like you..
You took my heart and played it..
I vow to never love again..
Is it possible..?Is it possible to feel the way I do..?Is it possible..? in Free Verse More Like This
Its not hard to keep loving you..
I'll stay by your side through it all,
I promise not to let you fall..
I'll take you in and hold you tight..
Guard you with all my might..
I love you..
Is it possible to feel the way I do..?
The Horses Are ComingAs they run out of the water,The Horses Are Coming in Free Verse More Like This
Noses glowing red..
I stop and stand still,
Hoping they won't see me there..
They run by me,
One by One,
Two by two..
Then one stops in front of me,
And looks me in they eyes...
I try not to blink or breathe,
For if I do I'm sure to die..
Finally it walk away,
The others running after..
As they all leave the ocean,
I turn around and stare..
How did that one see me standing,
My lovely Capill Uisce...
Evil Shows Another SideEvil shows another side....Evil Shows Another Side in Free Verse More Like This
But what is good and what is bad
Different sides tell different tales
Who to side with and what to tell
In the grey won't be enough
You're either white or black
It's simple as that
There is no lightness or darkness
To the situation that is brought up in life
You choose side that's a fact
If you don't then you're done for
Each person matters on a side
They'll make you crack and force you in
Just another victim in this political conflict
You think your the world's last hope
You may be right
But what's the point if you don't choose a side
That's why that this truth has to come to be known
Evil shows another side
And that is which way you will turn and go
What They Need Is YouTruth Cannot...What They Need Is You in Philosophical More Like This
Have a physical form...
You just need to have faith that is there.
If not, then you at least know it never existed in the first place.
Have a vague people...
Only people that have a vague perception.
Undefined or not, everyone is defined who they are.
Their thoughts and actions though are sometimes unexplainable.
Have an answer to every untold story...
Stories untold are meant to be untold and faith cannot give that answer.
You can go either way but you'll never get and/or want the answer you expected.
That's why you need to sway with faith, because faith sways within you
And it's never an exact answer.
Have a people who are independent forever...
Surely we are dependable on everything and we want/need something.
You can never be independent always for you are not alone.
You should neither lie nor think you comprehend what it means.
Understanding the idea of a whole is possible, but impossible as a whole idea.
From The AbyssCan you blame me for coming this farFrom The Abyss in Free Verse More Like This
Suffering the attacks covered in your tar
Clenching onto me like a parasite
Draining away all that is my life
Time is running short
The walls are beginning to distort
The darkness begins to pour
Seeping its way into the core
Separating fantasy and reality
Crumbling from attack of what is left of me
Tumbling forth and struggling to escape
Running out of breath that it's already too late
I stop fighting and freely start sliding
Into the abyss that I hide in
Keeps changing me from the inside and out
My decisions, my ways, my outlook and I shout
My shout can still be heard from within there
Is this real or another one of my nightmares?!
A voice called out of the blue and said to me
Why don't you wake up and tell me what you see
This Is All A DreamDo you think that this is all a dreamThis Is All A Dream in Open More Like This
Were all those times just fake to you and me
Just like the horizon in the sky when it hides behind the trees
When the light scattered and it was only you and me
Those times during the night are you telling it was all a dream
Can you feel your voice caught in your throat
Sending vibrations from your head to your toes
Telling you to open your eyes wide
Can you make it through the dark abyss
Full of loneliness and so much ignorance
Do you think I don't know this
Why are you asking when it's just a dream...
Do you believe this is still a dream
Where are your eyes that used to gleam with peace
Your hair is ruffled like the ocean waves
Have you been neglecting yourself despite of what you see
Poor little soul you seem desperate
But I remember when you stopped and took my breath
You think you're lost but I'm still by your side
Always blame everything is your fault and you cry
I can't bear seeing you wither and die
Do you believe this is still a dream
Society's SculptorGrey illusions have no shadowsSociety's Sculptor in Free Verse More Like This
For they are no one to cast one;
Just like impersonators of everyday life.
Models sculpted by fresh untouched clay
Cast a mighty shadow to show dignity
And unyielding stature. Models can wear,
Fade, or be remodeled differently so
The shadow must change.
Smaller models stand behind this bigger,
Monstrous model only to have their shadows
Engulfed by the tower of clay, therefore
Taking itself into the shadow's form.
Having no shadow of its own,
It combines with the huge model building it more,
Only to be engulfed by the next most humongous
And tall-standing model
Presence of AngerTrapped in a cellPresence of Anger in Free Verse More Like This
Just like being encased in skin
Nothing can be able to get out
That's what a prison is meant for
Claw marks on the walls
Blood flowing down along the scratch marks
They were desperate
Desperate to hurt themselves to get free
They were lost and confused
There's something that is missing
Something that doesn't fit the picture
Where was the motive
The feeling behind this outburst
How much did they know
What were they thinking
Did they give up or fight
Just a dampened room
Water dripping off to the side
Must be torturing to hear it's ring
Just repeat in the dark repeatedly
Just like a person creeping behind you
Waiting for you to string your nerves up
There was no hope in this situation
Only a presence of anger
That's all there was....
Are we all anger consuming animals?...
Broken On Reminiscing LaneI stare into the nightBroken On Reminiscing Lane in Free Verse More Like This
Wondering what's happened to me lately
As I fall down and caught myself
The dark is nowhere to dwell and hide
When you try to be someone in the light
It's hard to turn around
Once you known you betrayed your friend
I keep wandering around
Trapping and concealing myself within my room
Trying to clear up my mind
You come bursting through the door
In my concealed broken mind
And attack it without thinking before you act
Place yourself in my shoes and tell me
What would you do
When you feel all hope is lost and want
To be left alone in your bedroom
I take in your hurtful unacting words
Unhealthy are my ways of letting my emotions
Build up inside me and letting them go out of control
I leave my room and take a walk down the street
Only bringing myself and clothes to wander
And conceal myself from the world
Hiding behind that cloaked hood perched over my head
I walk down the sidewalk
And past the sign say Reminiscing Lane
Walking with no truth behind this cloak of lies
Leave Me At Your BedsideHow long we have grown apartLeave Me At Your Bedside in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Spending time with ourselves in the dark
Cause I don't know...
And tell me what I'm supposed to feel
When every nightmare become so real
Cause I don't know...
And I don't think you should be
In the places in where I am and what I see
And I don't know why you chose me from the rest
Or was you feeling up to a challenge
That you would never return from
And I don't know...what to say
But just leave me at your bedside
And tuck me in like I was about to die
Leave me at your bedside
Now is time to say your last goodbyes
Because I don't think you see
The places I been in the times we spent together
And it's driving me insane
I don't think you should be here wandering
Wandering alone in the dark like this
Please leave for the sake of me and you
It was exactly what you were supposed to do...
Now just leave me at your bedside
And kiss my head for I am about to die
Just leave me at your bedside
And leave all your troubles behind
Leave me at your bedside
Touch me as I b
Throw Your Troubles AwayUncomfortably sat upon the top of my headThrow Your Troubles Away in Free Verse More Like This
With four jagged edges evenly sided
I gaze upon the stage as I see my life passing by.
Thirteen years, all for a piece of paper for my future,
Thirteen years of torture and constant patience;
Thirteen years of happy reminiscence of friends beside you;
Thirteen years that will soon be forgotten unless held dearly;
Thirteen years to just sit and stand like ordered to.
Walk across the stage and feel the bittersweet moment,
Rewind and positioning yourself in the same situation
As the tassel over my head turns to a faint left.
Heed to the words of the leader as I quietly obey the crowd
And throw all my troubles away by tossing everything
That I held for thirteen years all resides within
A symbolic hat representing the accomplishment and all the torture,
Patience and happy reminiscence of moments that I have to this day
Have tossed aside and thrown away.
Honor The ImpairedUnderstanding is never the same with the impairedHonor The Impaired in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Angry with themselves and trying to find out
What went wrong with themselves
And why are they cursed to be chosen to carry
Something so irregular and judgmental to others
Same as I am called one of those impaired
Like I am stricken of my pride and named a disease
Among the world that was supposed to be understanding
A world that now has no meaning for me no more
You without impairments call yourself saints
To rule over us because sometimes we have trouble thinking
You can judge me and you can throw me down
But never can you own me because I have my own crown
One to place upon my head and call myself by my name
My king and free to say whatever I please
You so-called saints shall fall within time
But not by my hands and never will you fall by my hands
For your filth will rub off onto mine and stain them forever
You are worthless to my eyes as I am to your eyes
But who has the morals to do the right thing here
I never hinder your name or c
We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated...We Poets Are Frustrated... in Free Verse More Like This
I am sure that you have all experienced this feeling:
A masterpiece eclipsed by the baying of a brat!
A raucous rhyme, so emotionally raw;
Shadowed by a child's melancholia...
Alone in the darkness, you lick your lips and growl.
Your anger, so evidently understandable; yet you forget your own abilities!
In despair, my dearest sibling, you have forgotten — yourself
Why fear an obstacle so easily overcome?
Why shred your works with such heavy tears?
Have you forgotten that we are the original craftsman?
Our tongues birthed as our chisels and axe!
We need only take these simple themes
And corrupt them with all our twisted fears...
This hatred inside of you, this bubble of frustration and anxiety —
Let it swell like a pus-filled abscess of anger!
And with your words unleash this vicarious plague!
Take the unblemished works that have scorned you,
And inject them with the very darkness of your soul!
Let bleeding lips,
The Traitorous GreybacksThe Traitorous Greybacks:The Traitorous Greybacks in Free Verse More Like This
Shunned amongst the Lycan tribes;
The great betrayers of faith.
We bear the mark of our sinful past
This ancient scar of hate.
We wear it proudly upon our backs
The fur that's ashen grey.
The sign that we have sold our kin
To live another day...
We werewolves live as tyrant beings;
Immortal as we please...
But we alone are forced to bear
This fetid filthy disease.
It eats away at flesh and bone
Until all that's left is sludge.
Lost alone in horrid pain;
Through empty days we trudge.
But we have learnt a secret way
To stop our bitter end...
As long as we can steal a pup
From our blessed neighbour's den.
The Thunder Wolves, the Shadow Hunters
It matters not the choice.
As long as we can feast on flesh
We alone rejoice!
The trembling change that overcomes
It charges through our frame.
Granted now unholy strength;
We howl in the rain...
We are Greybacks, Traitors all!
But you have made us thus.
Now we shall begin our vengeance
And you will sate our lust.
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
Song of RaineShe scatters the seeds with her tiny hands.Song of Raine in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And pictures the sunset in a distant land.
She dreams of places, where she'd be free.
With clouds as far as the eyes could see.
And there she'd dance to the song of the rain,
While I would watch from my window pane.
With a smile befitting such a lovely girl;
The daughter I lost, to a cruel world...
I Know You Hate Me Now But...I Know You Hate Me Now But...:I Know You Hate Me Now But... in Free Verse More Like This
Just give me a chance alright, I'll explain
To me, you're the girl that I notice everything about.
The way you laugh, the way you smile;
We got along great back then, even if we don't now.
And to be honest, I miss that...
You had the most lovely silky smooth hair
You'd give me the cutest anime girl smile
I wish I'd talked to you more about Manga,
Hell you got me started on the whole thing.
You were fantastic at drawing too
Man I was always jealous of that talent,
And I loved your drawings, like I once loved you.
I wish that you could have been a professional.
I would have bought your book every month y'know...
You encouraged me to write.
Back when my stories were shit,
Back when my poems were still baby's rhymes.
You taught me not to give in and I was grateful.
Now just let me finish alright?
I know that you won't speak to me.
That's okay, I admit to being an ass,
But the reason that I'm writing this poem to nobod
Screaming at the BeastHow many have I had? Why would you ask such a question?Screaming at the Beast in Free Verse More Like This
I've had--only three! Yes, three I swear.
What? No--of course not, what are you suggesting.
Those: I can't quite see them clearly. Oh! Oh dear...
No, you, you must understand this was--just a bit of relaxation,
A little sip to help me sleep.
No--No, don't cry, I'm not going back to those days; I'm not!
I swear it was just--just a passing shower I...
It's just been hard...
It's been so difficult!
WHERE WAS I SUPPOSED TO TURN?
But it's not your fault, I know that.
I suppose I was simply looking for an excuse...
I was drowning you know, in the icy water.
Cold enough to freeze the lungs.
I stopped and simply drifte
What's Left Behind...Some days I find myself staggering from this hovel;What's Left Behind... in Free Verse More Like This
To stand with shaking legs upon the window ledge.
I look down at the tiny world below, wind rushing before me;
And I wonder if I'll be able to fly tonight...
The caress of the wind, so gentle upon my skin.
One step, one leap and I'd dip myself into the eye of the storm.
But just before my courage sends me;
Just before I take the final plunge.
I find myself looking back, at the world I'd leave behind...
Stacks of paper and a pot of ink,
Reams of stories too precious to burn.
Ideas and fears both rolled into one;
And pages of poetry left undone...
It always leaves me smiling...
For these were the treasures so close to my heart.
They are the wealth of my mind; my soul, my art.
And I could never ever leave them be,
Where another might burn them, without thinking of me...
"Apologies father, I cannot join you yet:
For in this world, a treasure still exists.
A treasure tha
Lie to MeThere are those who stare into the water's edge.Lie to Me in Free Verse More Like This
Gleaming eyes fixed upon their reflections.
I am beautiful! they say to themselves,
And all of you must accept that as true!
To say otherwise would be a social suicide.
Their friends will defend them to the bitterest end.
In a circle of illusions cast by the group,
You are forced to accept this person as 'pretty'.
To me you are not beautiful, you are simply lazy.
You have done nothing for yourself,
And now you wish me to accept you?
But I must tell you the truth.
And though that truth may wound you,
I believe it is for the best:
Because girl, dayum! You just look so bad that my eyes are cryin' YOU a river.
- Chen Yuan Wen, 11th August 2013
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Such a simple word, spewed without thought.
"I wish you'd die, I wish you'd be killed."
But what if we actually gave meaning to those words?
Can you understand the emotion, the magnitude, the weight,
Of actually seeing the life of an individual depart?
Can you look them in the eyes, as they bleed into your hands;
Observing their final moments, as the light fades from their eyes?
Or are you simply a soft-hearted coward,
Sitting fat behind a computer, wishing death upon others?
To say that one is deserving of death,
Suggests that you are ready to kill.
And if indeed you are ready to kill,
Then you too must be prepared to die.
"Now please, stop those tears my good man, we've only removed three of your toes so far (^_^)"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 9th July 2013
The Righteous Are LiarsThe Righteous Are Liars:The Righteous Are Liars in Free Verse More Like This
I find it funny, at times,
In this reality, of mine.
When the heroes fall and demons rise.
In the fight for freedom, filled with lies.
But such is the nature of the templar divine.
With righteous chains, they'll keep us in line.
Afraid to face the true demon he fears.
He'll punishes the public, for their rightful jeers.
And thus ends the "hero's" tale...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 3rd November 2013
Helpful Little Fireflies Sam's hand was on hers, gently guiding it so that she saw what he had been seeing all along in the dark sky. Her back was pressed against the thin blanket they had spread over the grass, and a few random sticks and rocks were pressing into her back, but she couldn't bring herself to notice, or care, as her attention was focused elsewhere. Mainly on Sam's voice.Helpful Little Fireflies in General More Like This
"See these right here?" Sam whispered to her, his breath tickling her hair as his finger pointed toward a line of stars, "Orion's belt, right there". His hand was holding hers and tracing her fingers across the sky.
"I see it." She said, keeping her voice as soft as his. The crickets chirping around them and the occasional firefly made their whole situation very picturesque, but was somewhat ruined by the line of headstones behind them. She sat up and glanced back at them, making sure this night wasn't going to turn into something from a horror movie. Feeling foolish, she looked back at Sam to find him gri
FourThe noise in the airport should have been unbearable, but to Prosper it was muted, shoved to the background while he tried in vain to think of something to say. Other passengers were yelling and running past them, but Prosper felt as if the silence stretching between him and Fae was unbearable. She managed a smile for him, but it was strained, and Prosper knew that there was no real happiness behind it.Four in Short Stories More Like This
"This is for the best," she murmured, gently grasping his hands in hers, "but, I'm glad, at least... that we'll get this. Closure. I would never want to end what we've had over the phone, or... well, you know what I mean."
"I..." Prosper couldn't finish the sentence, and perhaps for the first time in his life, he could think of absolutely nothing to say. He didn't usually struggle for a way to put his thoughts into words, so for that usual talent to depart him at a time like this was terrifying. Fear rushed over him, and he wondered, not for the first time, if he was making the b
Sleds, Snow, and Hot ChocolateProsper would have burst into laughter at the picture before him had he not been absolutely positive that said action would earn him a snowball to the face. Blaire was sitting on bright yellow sled , bundled up in at least fifty layers, wearing the expression of a five year old recently given an ice cream cone. The sled, in turn, was poised at the top of a large, rather daunting looking hill, and Blaire was attempting to convince him to go sledding with her.Sleds, Snow, and Hot Chocolate in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
"Pleeeeease!" She continued, adopting a pout onto her formerly excited face.
"I'm wearing sweatpants," He pointed out, "Cloth sweatpants."
"Oh, suck it up, you baby," Blaire countered, which impressed Prosper quite a bit, since it usually took a lot more for her to start insulting him.
"What, and walk two miles home in soaking wet britches?" He questioned, "I'll pass on that."
"Fine." She said, sulking, "then at least help me up." She held out a hand to him, which Prosper was a little reluctant to take, since Blaire relenting in so
Tightrope I decided now that I am a dare-devil, a risk-taker, someone who loves to look a challenge in the eye. There's a large chance that it is because of my pride that I cannot pass up any type of provocation, or it may just be a way for me to inject some excitement into a previously dull life.Tightrope in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
I know now that the greatest challenge I ever took on was you. You were dangerous and extreme, throwing sparks off into a black, boring scene, and being with you was like foolishly walking over a tightrope with no past experience. Never knowing how much danger there truly is until, looking down, the world is so many feet below. With you, the adrenaline was always present- the sparks that you so easily threw off became fireworks when we were together.
I understand now why we could never be happy together. A person can never truly trust that they are not going to fall off the tightrope, and in the same way, I could not trust you. You blazed through my life, spout
Suffer "Oh! Woe is me, that thy piggy friends did insult me with such fervor!" Milo declared dramatically, throwing a hand in the air, the other placed over his heart. The girl sitting on the bed in front of him did not look amused, however, her pretty face anxious instead.Suffer in Short Stories More Like This
As people went, these two were as different as could possibly be. Where Milo was ever the dramatic one with his erratic behavior, Ann preferred to blend into the crowd, letting only those who were close to her know how different she truly was from the norm. His friends thought she was boring- her friends thought he was childish and annoying. Ann thought Milo was unique, with a contagious and sweet personality- Milo thought Ann was mysterious and alluring, and altogether perfect.
"I'm so sorry about that," Ann said sincerely but softly, eyes on the floor and a guilty expression on her face, "My friends- they're terrible." Milo looked over at her, and, noticing the tears in her eyes, padded over
Hug"Ha! Is that a gun in your pocket, or are you just happy to see me?"Hug in Short Stories More Like This
"It is a gun. But I am also happy to see you."
"...I knew it was a gun, Rich. I was making a joke, you know? Because your gun was sticking out like- oh, nevermind. You friggin' aliens will never get the joke."
"You could try the line again? I will laugh this time."
"No. It's ruined now."
"Is that why you are upset, then?"
"I'm not upset. It just would've been a good joke."
"You are upset. Your symptoms show it."
"Gah- I told you to stop doing that! You don't need to know my body temperature or metabolism at the moment or whatever the heck you were looking for. Stop using your weird power things."
"They are not weird."
"Maybe not on Mars."
"I didn't come from Mars."
"You know what I mean!"
"Sometimes I am not sure, little earthling."
"Seriously. Don't call me that."
"I have nothing else to call you, since you stated that you preferred me not to call you Elizabeth Sandra Lener."
"That's my full name. Just call me Liz. D
Gutter- Potatoes Loch, many years ago, had discovered that he was a morning person. This was to the dismay of his father, who, despite having to wake up early most mornings, had always been more partial to sleeping late. Loch had made it a habit of running to his father's bedroom and jumping onto his bed to wake him up as a morning ritual. At least, a ritual until his father ordered Opello to keep Loch occupied when he woke up in the mornings.Gutter- Potatoes in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Now, however, Loch knew that his perception of a morning person and Nemi's were entirely different. At least, he thought as he fumed into his pillow, I woke up with the sun, and not before. Nemi had woken him a few moments ago, reminding him cheerfully that he had offered to help Min this morning. Loch lay still for a few more moments, grumbling quietly to himself, before pushing himself up and swinging his feet off the bed, shivering a little when they touched the cold floo
a lessonShe isa lesson in Free Verse More Like This
she tosses her hair back and
she laughs at the world
who cannot hope to match her stride.
She meets eyes unashamedly,
she is radiant with confidence.
She is shy,
her eyes are downcast and
her cheeks are mottled
Her words are whispers,
her breaths are sighs.
She is a sly smile.
She is a soft
whisper in his ear.
She does not seem to know
who she is.
to peel back the layers.
(though they are both afraid
that what lies beneath
to speak to her.
But the words are stuck
in his throat,
suffocated with the
and he has nothing
to give her.
if there was ever any truth
in either of them.
In him for loving not-her
the way everyone loves not-her,
or in her,
for the elaborate
He wants to tell her
he adores her, but
he has no oxygen around her
(no words to give her),
no conviction to assure her with,
no one to love but fiction,
and he is silent.
(you are a contradiction.)
Poor Deprived People"Keep writing." Prosper told Blaire, in a voice that should have meant he was angry, but was ruined by the grin on his face.Poor Deprived People in Humor More Like This
"My hand hurts!" Blaire exclaimed, blowing her hair out of her face with an irritated huff, "And I've already written down a million of these!"
"Not enough," Prosper said. "If you're going to have any music and movie taste at all, we've got a long way to go."
"For the last time, my music and movie taste is fine." She looked down at the list of movies and bands before her on the table. Apparently, according to Prosper, her knowledge of movies was so poor that action needed to be taken at that very second. She didn't think it was such a terrible thing, but Prosper had insisted that they make a list of all the movies she had to watch. Then the list had expanded to include music, as well.
The whole stupid thing had started when he had found ("caught", as he put it) her listening to a Britney Spears song in her room while reading a book. In her defense,
And The NextCloud grumbled to herself as she raced down the sidewalk, holding her backpack over her head to block most of the downpour as she ran. She prided herself on being responsible and on time for her after school job, but today had been a bit of a disaster, which had led up to her situation at the moment. Late for her job at the diner, getting her feet and pants soaked as she sprinted in an attempt to get there quickly.And The Next in Short Stories More Like This
She finally came to the corner across from the diner, and she hurriedly checked for cars before running across the street, kicking up water as she did. She threw her backpack over her shoulder once she was under the diner's overhang. Grabbing a hair tie out of her pocket, she pulled her curly, now wet, hair into a messy ponytail and, pushing open the door and walking in, threw the other waitress a smile, hurrying into the back to grab an apron and change into her uniform.
"I think we should write this date down, or something." Allison, the other waitress,
The Dispute: Nicky's POVThe Dispute: Nicky's POV in Short Stories More Like This
Nicky held his breath. He heard a voice, her voice, but it was surreal at the same time. Forgetting about the tray of food splattered over his carpet, Nicky walked in a trance towards the door. He heard the voice again and swung the door wide open.
The figure turned her head and looked up in surprise. Nicky felt the moment froze as his eyes caught her doe-like eyes. When was the last time they looked directly at each other? Nicky felt his heart twang at the connection he had sorely missed.
"Didn't think you'd come," He said dryly, hiding his rapidly rising emotions.
"Well, I did." The red-head replied plainly.
They stood in an eternity of silence. Nicky wanted to embrace her in a hug, but decided against it. The last time he bore his feelings, Dawn had shut away from him. Nicky didn't want to risk that now when she had willingly appeared at his door. He nodded his head and heavily whispered "I'm glad."
He turned and walked into his room, knowing that Dawn would follow him inside
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Nicky was having a really good day. The morning sun was shining brightly after a full week of rain. For breakfast, he had his favorite buttered toast and soft-boiled eggs. And best of all, he had been assigned to work with Dawn alone. 'Just her,' Nicky smiled at the thought as he headed towards her apartment. Zack had allowed the pair to work together on a case, as he himself was taking a few days' leave to get together with Ava.
'That son of a gun just wants to get lucky' Nicky chuckled to himself. Not that he was complaining. Zack had passed on the white collar crime case to Nicky, who took Dawn as his partner. The blonde had been casually dropping hints on Dawn since he met her, but they had never done anything alone. He'd even secretly asked Rylie to go over to Ryan's place, which Rylie happily obliged. No one understood the relationship between the two, but none cared as long as they were both happy.
Nicky took a deep breath as he neared Dawn's apartment. He ran his
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"Does that hurt?"
"That's not a real answer, Ryan."
"I can handle it."
"That's what you say now," Rylie said. She examined the gash near Ryan's right elbow. "If this swells up, tell me immediately. That could mean there's an internal infection."
Ryan grunted. Rylie held his hand up to wrap a fresh bandage on top and pressed her hands against his arm to smoothen the creases. Ryan turned to look at her, but she appeared to not notice. The small blonde put back her equipments back with an air of a well-practiced healer.
She closed her case shut and spoke to Ryan, "Well, you seem fine. Just tell me if you notice any changes."
"You'll be sure to see them first." He replied teasingly. Rylie gave a brief smile before she headed towards the living room.
"Hey." Ryan voiced out. Rylie ignored him and walked on. When she reached the front door of his apartment, Ryan spoke again, "Are you leaving?"
"Yes." Rylie replied, determined.
Her eyes flashed. "You should be the one to know th
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Zack/Ava fic! Yay!
Ava half-listened to the conversation the agents were having in the meeting. They had met to discuss their mission, which included organizing stealth plans and tactics to capture their latest target. 'More like arguing' thought Ava. Ryan had declared it best to perform a silent abduction, while Nicky insisted on luring the victim into captivity. The others defended different sides, while Rylie looked for a way to compromise. As the supervisor, Ava knew this was her cue to cut in.
"We'll go with Nicky's plan for now," she interrupted the conversation; much to the approval of the blonde-haired man. "Nicky, I need the schematics to this idea; you can go over this with Zack. The rest of you helped out with the preparations."
The squad broke into chatters of both approvals and objections, so Ava motioned her hand for silence. "We need one focused plan right now. Ryan's idea is ideal for backup. You work on that" she looked at Ryan as she said this, who nodde
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Dawn sighed as she finished writing the last mission report. After e-mailing the papers to her boss, she leaned back on her chair and inhaled deeply.
'Finally, a small break,' she thought to herself. It had been a long time since Dawn could remember that she was not sent out on another raid right after one another. Maybe this time, she can get a few days' worth of rest. Nicky had come back from a mission a few days ago too, and had insisted on office work for at least a week. Both knew they haven't spent much time as husband and wife together, and they terribly missed each other's company. Nicky had even nagged her repeatedly to come back home, which is why Dawn had finished the report in half the time.
Speaking of her husband, Dawn glanced at the nearby clock. It was half an hour before lunchtime. Because they work in the same building, the two love birds used to meet over for lunch when they first married, but the tradition soon stopped after they became swarmed with their demanding
An Almost Christmas Story 3An Almost Christmas Story 3 in Short Stories More Like This
It was a time to be joyous. The evening of Christmas Eve had begun with a magical entrance. Flakes of ashen snow trickled under the pale sky, decorated with streaks of pink and purple hues that reflected from a grand sunset. Cold breeze easily filled the lonely streets, as most people had opted for the snug and toasty warmth of a home occupied by their family members.
Although this wasn't the case for Zack, he equally felt a great joy and relief. The strenuous mission had finally come to its end. Earlier, the squad spent a tiring five hours working to retrieve Marilyn Hutton's earrings, an impromptu mission thought in the nick of time. The plan was simple - sedate her, take hold of the jewelry and leave no evidence - but even a trivial error could blow their cover. Zack supervised his team from the reconnaissance vehicle, as the rest spread out to play their roles. As Ryan watched over the perimeter, Nicky and Dawn blended in the afternoon Christmas Eve function as guests. Dawn managed
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"And that is how the Diminum works, folks," the speaker eagerly spoke.
Rylie nodded at the half-bald lecturer and took down notes on her flat screen. The speaker said a few more words about the new medical tool before ending his speech. An applause followed suit, but Rylie concentrated on getting as much as what she understood into her notes. She was on a two-day seminar for new technologies in health and medicine, and the schedule was packed. Since her arrival late last night, she had attended countless seminars all day long. It was 9p.m., and the last lecture had just ended. Despite of that, Rylie was still putting as much input as she can into her device. She ignored the audience's chatter growing louder as they hassled down the auditorium.
"What could you possibly be writing about now?" Someone said above her shoulder. Rylie turned around to see a stout figure with short brown curls bending over her.
"Jace!" Rylie cried out with a big smile. She excitedly stood up to give hi
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"What do you mean, you're not celebrating?" Rylie had both her hands on her hips, giving Dawn a pretend threatening glare, as menacing as the sweet blond girl could muster. Dawn chuckled.
"You can bet I still want the cheesecake, Rylie. They're to die for," Dawn said to her roommate. Standing behind the kitchen counter, Rylie gave a smiling nod as she wiped her hands with her flour-covered apron.
Dawn turned her attention to the blond man who was half-gaping at her.
"But it's your birthday!" Nicky cried out in a high-pitched voice.
It actually was the morning of Dawn's birthday. Nicky had came to hang out and asked Dawn if she was doing something for it. He was surprised when she replied 'I don't care for birthdays. I'm not celebrating mine'. Sulking, he sat on her comfy sofa, with one finger in a bowl of chocolate dip they had given him. As he licked off the sugary liquid from his forefinger, Dawn joined him on the couch.
"I don't like the fuss." Dawn said simply. She wa
25th December25th December in Short Stories More Like This
A Ryan/Rylie fic! Posted in celebration of our girl - Rylie's birthday!!
The towering clock struck eight times loudly, but no one in the busy flight terminal paid much attention to it. Except for Rylie. She sighed. 'It's nearly time for them to go.' She thought to herself. Rylie turned around to find her team members. They were the only group standing amongst the rushing passersby, chatting excitedly to each other as they anticipated the forthcoming journey. Nicky was holding his duffel bag over his shoulder in one hand and Dawn's suitcase in another. Zack had his backpack strapped to his torso. It was the day before Christmas Eve, and the trio was leaving the headquarters for a few days to celebrate the holidays with their families. Ava had left the headquarters a day earlier because she was called on a personal mission.
As for Rylie, she was not heading anywhere this holiday. Her brother had taken their mom for vacation as a Christmas gift, but Rylie would not be joining them.
Zack-Ava Fic: I need youZack-Ava Fic: I need you in Short Stories More Like This
This fiction is slightly darker and hints at adults'...mm, behavior.
Ava was sitting on her bed idly, as she reread "Frankenstein" before going to sleep. It had been a slow night. Ava's new team was on a break from missions, because the leader was injured, much to Ava's relief. On a night like this, she would have spent some time with Zack, but he and his squad was busy on a task. Zack had texted her a few hours earlier when he left for a mission, so Ava was not expecting to hear anything from him until the next day.
Engrossed in the 19th-century novel, Ava did not hear the heavy and hurried footsteps that came and stopped at the front door of her studio apartment. A loud rat-tat-tat on her door took Ava completely by surprise.
"In a minute," she shouted at the front door as she put down the book. Wearing a t-shirt and shorts, Ava decided it was decent enough to greet anyone. She staggered towards the door and unlocked it. Alarmed, Ava took a step back.
"Zack?" she cried
SMV-Sailor Aine Entrance part 2 CRITIQUE REQUESTEDWhen the light faded, she found herself hovering about five feet above a polished white floor. The aura around her began to fade as she flailed to right herself. “OH BLOODY HELL!“ The aura disappeared completely, unceremoniously dropping her face-first onto the white tiles. “Ow…“SMV-Sailor Aine Entrance part 2 CRITIQUE REQUESTED in Sketches More Like This
Talk about making an entrance… Really, you should have been able to land on your feet!
I’m not a cat, ya twat.
“Oh great, a screamer. This one better not have knocked herself out…“ A grumpy-sounding female voice groaned as stacatto footsteps approaced Maeve’s prone body. The Irish girl pushed herself up to her knees, looking up as a tan girl with flame-colored (and shaded) hair approached her.
“Good job on not passing out on me. I’m Sailor Chaska, the senshi in charge of portals and teleportation here. You are?“ She managed to push herself to her feet and found that she was th
SMV- Summer Quest 1- From Shadows“Why would she go here…?”SMV- Summer Quest 1- From Shadows in Drama More Like This
Siobhán looked up at the massive entrance to the Artemis Tower, the sunlight reflecting harshly off of the soaring columns of crystal and white marble. Even though the golden gilt and engravings made the doorway seem elegant, it was far from inviting. Somewhere inside the doors, the Queen and Princess Seraphina were trapped in the Projection Room, and it seemed like practically the entire Village had set off to try and free them. Poor Linaya was practically out of her mind with worry, and now the stress of having to almost single-handedly run the entire administrative aspect of the Village… That would drive anyone over the edge, wouldn’t it? The English girl went through her pack once more, sorting through her supplies. Bandages and antibiotics, a radio, food and fresh water, rope, a notebook, a multiple-application tool not unlike a Swiss Army Knife, a pair of tap shoes, a sonic screwdriver…
Satisfied, she strode
SMV October Quest: Dancing through LifeMaeve weaved through the ballroom, her eyes soaking up the scenery and the costumes. Everyone had really gone all out for this! She felt a pang of jealousy; the sheer artistry of some of the dresses made her own feel a bit... plain.SMV October Quest: Dancing through Life in Sketches More Like This
Pssh, our costume's better! Don't get so googly-eyed!
Oh shut it, yeh know as well as I do tha' Ter did most o' th' work on our design! We jus' finished sewin' the bloody thing!
She continued walking, dodging some of the dancing couples (wow, there really was a shortage of men, wasn't there?), and chatting idly with a few as she searched for her friends. Where could they be?
Why don't you just call them with that fancy watch-thing Linaya gave you?
Um... Cos it's back'n our room?
She could feel Aine's eye-roll. Well it DID clash with her outfit! Oh God, I'm startin' t' sound like Niamh... Which made her wonder... How was her family doing? It'd been a few months since she'd come to the Village in the first place, and she'd
SMV- Aine's Ice Cream (Spicy Black Pudding)DAY ONE: THE CONCEPTSMV- Aine's Ice Cream (Spicy Black Pudding) in Sketches More Like This
Introduce the Court to a flavor of your native culture!
In honor of Her Majesty Neo Queen Serenity’s birthday, the Sailor Moon Village will be hosting an ice cream flavor contest! All senshi interested in participating are kindly asked to create their flavors and present them to the Royal Court by this Friday. The prizes for the top three flavors will be announced once all the entries have been tested, but we promise they will all be “sweet”!
“An ice cream-making contest? What a strange competition!” Aine murmured to herself, standing in front of the “Current Events” board on the second floor of the Village. Here she (well, mostly Maeve) had been hoping to find some job opportunities so that they could send some money back home, but then this flier had caught her eye. “It does sound like it would be entertaining at least, don’t you agree Maeve?”
Yeh, an’ the flier said the
SMV- September Quest 1“Aah, do yeh smell that, Aine? Fall’s here!“SMV- September Quest 1 in Sketches More Like This
Maeve grinned as she strolled out of her dorm complex, pausing to examine the scenery. All around her, the trees were changing their hues to the bright reds and oranges she loved so dearly. Even though everything was technically indoors, somehow the air still had that first chill of Autumn, and the first scents of wood-buring fireplaces and nutmeg. With a happy sigh, she walked down into the main plaza, humming an old tune as she went. She could almost feel Aine smiling in amusement.
I always thought you were more of a summer person, Maeve?
“Well yeh’ve only known me fer ‘bout a year now, innit? Summer’s nice ‘n all cos there’s not much rain, but there’s nothin’ like a crisp Fall day!“ Maeve flopped onto the rim of a fountain, watching the breeze rustle through the fiery boughs of the surrounding trees as other senshi wandered by. It’s just like when I
SMV: Ma Ghile Mear- Day 1, part 1"Hallo Ter, c'mon in."SMV: Ma Ghile Mear- Day 1, part 1 in Sketches More Like This
Maeve opened her door with a smile. She admittedly looked a bit worse for wear, like she hadn't slept for a few days; her skin was a bit pale, with faint dark circles under her eyes. In fact... The last time she'd had a full night's sleep was when she ended up falling asleep in Teruko's room after making her new earrings. For once though, her room was almost immaculate. Only a few stray pieces of sheet music rested around the desk. A half-finished carving sat on her workbench, looking like it was going to be a swan. The Irish girl held the door open for her friend, before heading into the kitchen.
"Want some tea'r anythin'?" For some reason, she didn't feel nervous at having Teruko over. Alone.
Teruko stepped inside the room, neatening her hair as she came in. She smiled at her friend, but her brows knit together slightly when she saw how pale Maeve was.
"Tea would be wonderful," she replied, habitually kicking off her flats right inside the door, even if the apa
SMV- The Kids are... Not so all right! Part 1"Oi Elly, this is th' thing yeh called me about, roit?" Maeve called into the shop, having come across a very beaten-up wooden chest toward the back of Kiruto's antique store. She set her toolbox on the ground, bending over to examine it a bit more closely. It looked like a classic pirate's treasure chest, if said chest had managed to survive being shot by a cannon maybe a dozen times. She ran a hand over the lid, wincing as she almost instantly got a palm full of splinters.SMV- The Kids are... Not so all right! Part 1 in Sketches More Like This
"It's goin' t' be one o' those days, innit?" she whined quietly, quickly digging the splinters out of her hand before Elation could make fun of her.
SMV General Sub. Maeve's Melodies and Memories“Hngh, who turn’d on th’ sun?“ Maeve tried to flop on her other side, away from the bright morning light, but the sunbeams were at such an angle that they reflected off of a mirror and bounced right back into her eyes. “ARGH! Stupid sun… Forgot t’ close th’ curtains…“ Aine yawned in the back of her mind, grumbling into wakefulness.SMV General Sub. Maeve's Melodies and Memories in Sketches More Like This
Do you HAVE to be so loud?
“But it’s broit…“
For crying out loud, you’re not even hungover. Quit being a baby and just deal with it!
Maeve staggered out of bed, ambling toward the curtains that covered her balcony door and cursing the Fae under her breath. As she went, she stepped on the heels of one of her shoes that she’d haphazardly kicked off before going to bed the night before. The stilletto dug into the ball of her foot, making her yelp and jump back. She lost her balance and stumbled backward over her violin case, her head crashing against
SMV October Quest: FOOD!“Now THAT'S how yeh bring th' house down!” Maeve grinned at the rest of Serenity's Sirens as she lithely leapt from the stage to the ground. “Tha' was amazin' girls!!”SMV October Quest: FOOD! in Sketches More Like This
The debut performance of her new band had gone over even better than she expected, especially since it was an impromptu performance! Nearly everyone was rocking out along with them, and during “Key of the Twilight”, some people even started dancing along! This is why I wanted t' be a musician. This feelin' of joy at makin' othah people happy. She sighed happily and leaned back against the stage, watching as several people approached the stage to talk to or congratulate Algieba, Bellatrix, Amelia, Teruko, and Katharina. I knew they were th' perfect bandmates!
That went even better than that first show back at Craig's pub! I'll admit, I'm impressed Maeve!
Maeve raised a disbelieving eyebrow.
Wow, high compliments from yeh Aine! Are yeh feelin' alroit?
SMV Gen Sub: Nollaig Shona Duit, Everyone!Oh wow, it's almost Christmas, innit?SMV Gen Sub: Nollaig Shona Duit, Everyone! in Sketches More Like This
Maeve looked at the calendar hanging in her room, tapping her fingers on the wood of her workbench. She'd been working on some gifts for her friends; it felt better to give something handmade than bought, plus buying presents for her family had drained her purse much more than she wanted. But, she wanted to do something special this year.
“Ugh, but wot should I do...?” She turned back to her workbench, slipping her goggles back on. A half-complete box, which would eventually be a decorative sewing kit for Kamiko, sat before her. “Wait...” She'd always loved making boxes, so why not put a little twist on them? Plus, it would give her a chance to add something special!
So you're going to give yourself more work, Maeve? Isn't that a bit impractical?
“Well, tis th' season, roit?” Maeve grinned. “'Soides, do yeh have any bettah ideas, Aine?”
“Then get stuffe