Practice Poem - Artistic FrustrationPractice Poem - Artistic Frustration:Practice Poem - Artistic Frustration in Free Verse More Like This
Wrong, wrong, wrong, WRONG!
Everything is wrong.
'As then sun dew drips from her eyes'-
Do I really think that'll be good enough?
Hours spent on each piece -
Punctuated only by sound of ripping paper -
To lie crumpled upon my wooden floor,
Unable to be forgotten.
As the hours pass and the day wears on,
More and more worlds are crushed by my hands.
Realities sprawled upon a single piece of paper,
To die as quickly as they are formed.
A man's whose romance is torn in two,
A vampire about to meet his prey.
A werewolf standing against an army
And a boy facing the world alone.
These are the lives that I hold in my hand;
Fictional lives, but precious still.
Yet as soon as I see their imperfections,
I destroy the evidence in a throe of shame.
These crumpled masses that now surround me,
They aren't the proof of perfection's pursuit...
They are merely my feeble, worthless attempts,
To disguise my own ineptitude.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 15th Decembe
To The Beautiful YouTo The Beautiful You:To The Beautiful You in Free Verse More Like This
Here we are, sitting behind these screens of glass,
Reading lines of text, yet smiling, laughing and crying.
It's strange to think that I could have this much fun -
Considering that I've never met you before, but then again
Perhaps that's the reason why I don't have to pretend.
Some people might tell me, that what we have is just a fantasy,
I doubt I'll have the chance to actually see you in this life-time.
But even so, in the time that we've spent together - Well,
I feel as though I've connected with you, more than anyone else.
I feel as though I know you better, than those just a few feet away.
You might take this little confession as something silly,
Maybe you'll even forget about it as time passes,
But I for one could never forget about someone like you,
And so I'd like to dedicate this piece, to the beautiful you.
-Chen Yuan Wen, 17th December 2012
The PoetThe Poet:The Poet in Free Verse More Like This
He smiles as he sees her sleeping
& gently covers her with a blanket.
He goes to the window and looks out
watching snow fall, ever so slowly...
He sees people in the streets,
Chatting, walking. Some happy,
Others sad. Hearts beating,
Hearts broken; some warm, some cold.
He looks back at her, as she stirs in bed.
A yawn from her, brings another smile to him:
"How cute," he chuckles as he strokes her head.
He runs his fingers through her hair and is content.
Yet, even if he is happy here, again -
He is drawn to that window and finds himself
Staring out at the street and watching;
Marveling at the disparity and wondering -
Isn't there something that I can do?
Isn't there a better way for us all?
He looks back at her, sleeping peacefully;
He thinks about the future and sighs.
He wants a better world for her,
One where she would always be safe,
But unfortunately, he has no power.
He is just one man with little to his name.
He picks up a piece of paper, one found lyin
You Have No Right To LiveYou Have No Right To Live:You Have No Right To Live in Free Verse More Like This
Hey, what are you doing?
That's mine, now give it back.
You're stupid, you should just go die!
Okay, I'm sorry...
What, you failed again?
Just how much money do you think we're spending on this,
Do you think it just falls from the sky?
I can't believe you; and don't give me that look!
You better straighten up now you hear me
And if you keep looking like a dead fish,
I'm going to make you wish you were one.
Hey, being around you is driving me nuts,
You never want to do anything, you don't even care,
Why bother even breathing if you're going to act like you're dead!
A lousy person like you should just go die!
okay, fine! I will...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 26th November 2012
INCOMPLETE!- The Lost Libretto- Chp. 1INCOMPLETE!- The Lost Libretto- Chp. 1 in Horror More Like This
Act 1- Scene 1
The orchestra played their finally tremolo, fading but still there. Preparing for the next piece, as the lead hurried onto stage with a single spotlight following her to the prop wooden door on center stage. The rest of the stage was blackened, the only thing the audience was able to see was the teal haired actress- all dressed up in a reddish pink dress with an apron tied around her waist like a peasant would of worn, her long pigtails held up by a black fabric with golden accents; and of course the door she was approaching.
Hesitantly- just as described in her script- she knocked on the door, stepping back in surprise as it loudly slammed open and she was instantly greeted by two people dressed in simple servants clothing- presumably the maid and butler of the home.
"So, are you ready to begin dear?" the questioned, in perfect unison with each other.
The orchestra once again began their melodic sound of insanity that the play called for, the door suddenly disappearing
One shot thingy~One shot thingy~ in Romance More Like This
EDIT: I'm deciding to make this a multi chapter story~ And knowing me it'll be a while before the first chapter is up but I swear to you all this will be accomplished. ^_^ PS. This is not the last chapter...merely the second to third to last chapter ^3^
Author's notes are inside these two things~ ---→ / \
RinxLen One shot:
Kinda Fluffy? :3
"God Rin! Why can't you suck it up and deal with it! Len doesn't love you! You're just lying to yourself if you think that he'll ever like some as low-life and self centered as you!" I buried my head into my knees, remembering those words coming from Miku…I've known that for a while now…He'd never love me; I'm his twin for crying out loud! But still the words had cut at me like a knife. So I left. And being so stupid and filled with rage, I forgot a jacket. I started to feel my tears freezing on my cheeks and quickly swiped them off with my hand. How does she know? I mean, we're talking about Miku here- Miss Bubbly and naïve!
Poison 1- Shattered- Prologue/Ch 1 PrePoison 1- Shattered- Prologue/Ch 1 Pre in General Fiction More Like This
-Pick Your Poison-
"Len… I'm sorry…I'm so sorry…" those few words escaped from their owner's throat in choked, shaky breaths.
"I'M SORRY!!!!" The blonde screeched, sobs raking through her body as her shaky hands picked up the shards of glass on the ground.
"I-I just wanted you to listen to me…that's it…I'm sorry…"she repeated the same things again and again as if expecting them to make her twin reappear; the same twin who she had condemned to the now shattered mirror in front of her.
"I'll just get another mirror…you'll be there and everything will be fine…perfectly fine…" she laughed, everything now making sense to her. However, somewhere- in the back of her mind- she knew he would never return to her. She knew that she was broken…just like the mirror in front of her.
A Few Weeks Earlier
"Rin, just calm down and LISTEN TO ME! I swear to you I did not say anything of the sorts. You're just letting your imagination run wild."
PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONSYour life is headed for a disastrous end.PERSONAL CATASTROPHE AND PROBABLE SOLUTIONS in Free Verse More Like This
Everyone will die.
That is a fact.
You will die.
Your friends will die.
Everyone you know will die.
These are indisputable facts.
Your body will break down and crash in one way or another.
Your heart will stop.
Your brain synapses will cease firing.
100% guaranteed termination.
You and everyone you know has less than 122 years left.
The oldest person alive was 122.
Oldest person alive now is 115.
Death should be your number one enemy.
Do not accept it.
Do not welcome it.
The question is - are you willing to extend, improve your life and the lives of those you love?
Why haven't you done it yet? Do you think it's impossible?
Flying for us was impossible until airplanes were built.
Now, the question is- how do we stop the personal catastrophe of death?
The logical answer is - science!
We can slow death down using modern medicine, and we can stop and reverse some accidental causes of death.
Aging is one cause that we cannot currentl
Memory of a Nightmare Ch. 1Memory of a NightmareMemory of a Nightmare Ch. 1 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
A world filled with darkness
It was dark. Then again, it had always been pitch black. I could not remember any other world but the one filled with black. I could not remember my name or my origins, not even what the other world was like, the world that wasn’t black. I wasn’t even sure there was another world.
There was no way to tell time in this world. I may have been stuck there for minutes, days, or years. I could have assumed a second to be a minute or a minute a second. Thus, I cannot say when the light came. All I can say is that it burned my eyes.
“Hey! I think she’s waking up!” A child was looking down at me. She smiled brightly when I moved. A similar looking boy came up behind her.
“Wow! Lady, are you okay?” he que
Memory of a Nightmare Ch. 2Chapter 2Memory of a Nightmare Ch. 2 in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
I found myself surrounded by fire once more. However, this time I was close enough to get burned. I had no control over my actions as my body walked forward, through the flames, and wasn't hurt in any way. I looked over to someone who was talking in the same scratchy language as the little girl in my other dream. I turned to the man fully and saw that he was like some of the people I had seen at the festival, as he had ears that resembled a wolf and a tail to match. He spoke again for a moment before waiting. it was only a couple seconds later when I heard a sigh coming from my own mouth. Then, as if I understood what they had said, I spoke in the language. The man nodded curtly and walked away. I soon found myself abruptly looking upon two other people- the two I had met at the festival. They were shaking from what seemed like fear and flinched when I spoke again. Once the monologue was finished, They nodded the same way before running away. However, once they
AussieNesia ABCsA is for AnnoyingAussieNesia ABCs in Humor More Like This
Australia never understood, with the large amount of money he's given her, she still comes back for more with a sheepish grin. It was cute the first few times, and then it just gets bothersome. "What happened to the money before?"
"I... May have... Lost... It...? I swear! I don't know where it went! I was holding it in my hands and when I looked away, it was gone! .. Eheh... Please...?"
B is for Brave
Australia always knew she was a brave girl. Especially since the day she fearlessly took on Japan and his katana, though it had ended in her defeat.
C is for Close
"Stop moving, Aussie! Do you want me to fix it or not?" Indonesia placed her hands on her hips. She and Aussie had gotten into a fight earlier, and it ended with a black eye for Australia.
"Well maybe you wouldn't have to fix anything if you didn't punch me!""Well, maybe if you didn't make me lose my temper, I wouldn't have hit you! Now stop moving before I punch your
Stereotypes During A World Meeting-WHY!It was time for another world meeting, a RIDICULOUSLY out of control one that had all but destroyed the room it was being held in. After watching his fellow nations fighting for almost four hours non-stop, Romano stood up and slammed his hand down on the table before him.Stereotypes During A World Meeting-WHY! in Short Stories More Like This
"EVERYONE SHUT THE HELL UP! You're all just using idiotic stereotypes to argue with one another!" The Italian yelled, ushering a silence into the room. The silence hung over the room like a thick fog until Austria stood and cleared his throat.
"You know...I always thought stereotypes were kind of ridiculous. So I wrote a song about it," the man said, handing Romano a piece of sheet music. After staring at the page for what seemed like forever, Romano smirked.
"And it goes a little something like this. I think I love you more than the Japanese love tentacle porn, and we should dance dance dance d-d-dance to these stereotypes," the older Italian sang, laughing when he saw Japan blush. When the older country glared at hi
What We Can't HaveWhat We Can't Have in General Fiction More Like This
They were calling for all the teams who had helped to plant trees and flowers around Tao. Miles wasn't sure if he should go.
I mean, technically, Jupe and I did help, he thought, eyeing the Dojo up ahead. Just. . .we didn't get anything planted is all.
A small crowd had already gathered around Master Shao. He was laughing, pressing evolutionary scrolls into the hands of all who asked for them.
Heck, I want a scroll. We deserve it. It's just. . . The Tepig closed his eyes and blew out an upward breath.
"Hothead? Are you following me?"
Miles blinked and looked up. He knew the voice's owner before he even saw her. She stood there, looking back up at him as h
Waiting: SpainXReader"I love him," [friend's name] argued.Waiting: SpainXReader in Romance More Like This
"You love him?" __________ questioned, "You barely know him!"
"That's not true!"
"[friend's name], it's barely Thursday and you met him last Saturday!" you shouted, "You have to slow down!"
Your friend had called you to tell you that they and a guy they had just met had fallen in love and were now dating. But you weren't sure that was a good idea for them to immediately jump into dating him. They just met after all. For all you knew, this guy could have been a serial killer who pretended to be the ideal guy. So then you arranged to have a face to face meeting because this conversation was not suited for an over the phone chat. You had to warn them off this, caution them or at least tell them to take it easy with this. You were their best friend and if you left them to the dogs, then what kind of friend would that make you? You had to talk to them in person to convince them otherwise. If they were on the phone, they could just hang up on you.