Some Secrets are Meant to be Told Battler X ReaderSome Secrets are Meant to be Told Battler X Reader in Romance More Like This
“This is pretty good actually. You may have a knack for this after all.” Battler took another sip of his hot tea. It was a special brew you had come up with yourself by mixing a few different types of tea together with fruit and mint.”What was it that gave you this idea anyway? I didn't even think you liked tea.”
“Exactly, I hate it. But I was feeling a little left out while everyone else was drinking tea. So, I set out to fix the problem, by finding a type I liked. I can't even remember how many different teas I sampled. None of them tasted good to me. My only option was to make my own flavor.” You smiled, proud of your accomplishment. “And this, is what I've come up with.”
“Well congratulations, I like it a lot. Actually, I think we should have Shannon serve it to everyone next time.” There was a nervous air about him, something that you couldn't remember ever feeling from him before. “This would g
The Initiation Riku X ReaderThe Initiation Riku X Reader in Romance More Like This
“Oh, I wonder what this could be?” A tiny piece of folded paper was wedged inside of your door, begging to be read. “Let's see then.” You opened the paper and looked down at the bold, black words. “Meet us at the secret spot. What the heck is that supposed to mean?” There was nothing else on the paper, no markings, no signature, no other clues at all. “Well apparently, whoever wrote this didn't really want me to go to, the spot.” Tossing the paper aside, you walked outside and down the empty street. “Wait a minute. I bet that was from Sora or Riku. They have a special spot.” Figuring there could be no other answer, you quickly took off towards their spot. You pushed your way through the tight doorway, but no one seemed to be there. “Riku, Sora, I got your letter thing.”
Instead of being greeted by Riku or Sora, someone in a long black trench coat walked in with a hood coveri
Brainwashed Yazoo x ReaderBrainwashed Yazoo x Reader in Romance More Like This
The cool, damp grass tickled your bare feet as you sat down under the shade of a large old tree. The sun was just starting to go down and you could see the city far below start to light up like little fireflies is the distance. Though Yazoo could be absolutely terrifying and brutal towards anyone he deemed his enemy, he was incredibly sweet and protective over you. And while the two of you really couldn't go anywhere in public together, he never ceased to find things to do with you. “It's really pretty here, and I'm glad you brought me, but you know Kadaj is going to be really upset with you for taking me out again. He thinks I eat away way too much of your time as it is.”
Yazoo sat down next to you on the thin blanket he'd spread out just a moment earlier and chuckled. “Let him be upset. I can handle him.”
“I know you can, but believe it or not, I really don't like the idea of coming between the two of you.” Snuggling up close t
Fire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven RoyFire Emblem Seven Minutes in Heaven Roy in Romance More Like This
Edward scratched the back of his head and gave the crowd in front of him a confused look. “Whoever I said was going next a couple of minutes ago, go ahead and come up here, because I forgot who you are.”
“That would be me.” Quickly hopping to your feet, you rushed over to Edward and started digging in the barrel. Only a few seconds later you pulled a tattered headband from inside. “I know a few people that wear these. But I can only think of one person who wears one in this colour, and this ragged.” You walked up to Roy, who was short one headband. “This wouldn't be yours would it?”
“Yup, it sure is.” Roy smiled wide and took the headband from your hand and placed it on his head where it belonged. “I figured that would be pretty easy for just about anyone to figure out. I didn't want to go and confuse anyone.” He happily took your hand in his, and without Edwards prompting began walking towards
Legend of Zelda Seven Minutes in Heaven GhirahimLegend of Zelda Seven Minutes in Heaven Ghirahim in Romance More Like This
“This bag is getting pretty light. I might be able to carry it soon. But, since I still can't, someone's going to have to come up here. It really doesn't matter who since everyone's going to play anyway.” Navi fluttered down to the leather sack and waited silently for the next player.
“Well, if no one else is going to go, I will.” Not a patient person, you stood to your feet and walked over to the bag. Working fast, you pulled a large red, diamond shaped gem from the sack. “This thing's huge.” You immediately remembered seeing it somewhere before. “Wait just a second, doesn't this thing belong to Ghirahim? Why would he even here?”
“Ah, such a terrible pity. I was truly hoping I would get the chance to introduce myself to you, but alas, you already know my name.” With a strange, crooked, almost menacing smile, Ghirahim stood to his feet and gracefully walked over to you. “I would prefer however,
Happy Anniversary Sephiroth x ReaderHappy Anniversary Sephiroth x Reader in Romance More Like This
“I don't want to leave. I'm honestly really, really happy here, and I definitely don't need you trying to rescue me. I've already told you this, so just go away.” This wasn't the first time someone had tried to “save you” from Sephiroth, but it was the first time you'd had to fight this hard to get that someone to leave. This time your potential rescuer was Cloud. No matter what you said, he couldn't believe that you were actually staying here willingly. “Please, just go away. I know you're trying to be nice, but it's really annoying to have my decisions questioned like this. I should be allowed to stay with whoever I want to.”
Cloud wasn't buying it at all. He was sure the only reason you wouldn't come back with him was because you were afraid of what Sephiroth might do to you if you did. “It's dangerous for you to stay here. I can't just leave knowing what Sephiroth is capable of doing to you.”
Final Fantasy Seven Minutes in Heaven KujaFinal Fantasy Seven Minutes in Heaven Kuja in Romance More Like This
Yuffie stood in front of the players with her hands firmly on her hips. “Alright girls and guys, enough with the chit chat. Let's get things going in here. I want a firecracker for our next player, we got any firecrackers in here?” No one answered. “Seriously, none of you, not even one?” Yuffie sighed. “Well fine then, I guess I'll just pick you to play.” She pointed in your direction and doubled over, filled with disappointment.
“Don't be so sad Yuffie, there may be some hidden firecrackers in this room yet. You'll just have to wait and see.” You gave her a reassuring pat on the back and quickly chose your item. It was a small, but extremely intricate hand mirror. It was more gaudy than it was pretty, and quite honestly, you had no idea who this might belong to.
“Quite beautiful, is it not? Such things have no real purpose, yet I find their beauty, undeniable.” A soft chuckle escaped Kuja's lips.
Lost Time Well Spent Bard X ReaderLost Time Well Spent Bard X Reader in Romance More Like This
“Why are we always getting dragged along to these blasted things? It's not like we're actually needed here and we aren't allowed to take part in any of the activities. That, would be fun. But no, we just sit around, bored and taking up space.
“Baldroy, I think everyone would greatly appreciate it if you stopped your complaining.” The glare that Sebastian gave him brought Bard's complaints and mummers to an immediate halt. “I've explained to you before why your presence is necessary, you're here to make the young master look good. Howbeit, you throwing a slight tantrum does quite the opposite.”
“R-right, sorry bout that.” Both embarrassed and a little upset, Bard ran his hands through his short messy hair and sighed. “I guess I'm just still a little tired is all. I'll try to keep my mouth shut.” With Sebastian still glaring at him with extreme disapproval, Bard figured it would be best if he went somewhere
Next Time it Rains Suigetsu X ReaderNext Time it Rains Suigetsu X Reader in Romance More Like This
It was raining, just a drizzle really, but more than enough to make you anxious. You had come to hate rain, or rather what rain brought. Ever since you'd attended that stupid party of Jiraiya's an unwelcome guest showed up at your house during each rainfall. You were prepared this time though. You locked the doors and windows, placing towels anywhere rain could possibly get in. “There, that should do it.”
“That should do what?” An unfortunately familiar voice spoke up from behind you. “You have a draft or something? I could take a look at it if you wanted me to.”
“No Suigetsu, no.” You turned around to face him slowly, afraid he may be standing in your living room without clothes on, again. “I don't want you to take a look at anything. And I don't have a draft, I'm trying to keep you from breaking in my house.” Stomping your foot on the floor, you angrily pointed towards the door. “Now get out already
A Hidden Agenda Seymour X ReaderA Hidden Agenda Seymour X Reader in Romance More Like This
“Another letter from Seymour huh? I wonder if these things are actually real.” Even though this short letter was written on the correct parchment, and held Seymour’s seal, you still found it difficult to believe that he would be sending for you. This was however, the seventh letter you'd gotten from him, making a prank unlikely. “Maybe I should actually go to his mansion, it can't hurt anything.” Quickly making up your mind, you stuffed the letter in your pocket, slipped on your shoes and began the surprisingly short walk to Seymour's mansion.
Once you'd reached the mansion, you began having serious doubts. It was surrounded by guards, and none of them looked pleased to see you. Even after showing them your collection of notes, they refused to let you pass. Actually, your notes did nothing more than make them laugh. “Maester Seymour doesn't have time to play around with you little girl. Why don't you do yourself a favor and
Losing Everything and Climbing BackLosing Everything and Climbing Back:Losing Everything and Climbing Back in Free Verse More Like This
Is where I am standing.
I will not back down,
I am still wordmancing.
This goes out to,
My greatest rival.
I fell down hard,
Now you wear my title.
I used to be the King,
but now I am down.
So you can keep the title,
And take the crown.
But now I'm climbing back,
To the top of hill.
So wash and wait for me,
Cause I'm goin' for the kill.
You are the greatest,
Poet of Light.
Your emotions and your heart,
Are fuckin' bright.
But forget me not,
I am the dark of night.
And you are the target,
Within my sight.
"Lock and load lads, it's time fer a fight!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th February 2012
Red WorldRed World:Red World in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
The red water runs,
Turning into an ocean,
A world shall soon scream...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 22nd February 2012
The Simple DelightsThe Simple Delights:The Simple Delights in Free Verse More Like This
The world is a place of simple pleasures
of the simple delights that we fail to see
Like a rose whose thorns will prick unwary
we focus on the negatives that be
But if we chose to hold the rose
Gentle and with grace
Its thorns would simply press our skin
Not pain or poison laced
If we could learn the simple lessons
of looking at all the good things in life
Then food would be the only object
to meet the edge of my knife
I see so many different ways
to enjoy the life that I have today
I could go to the store and buy a snack
A treat for me I say
Perhaps I'll choose to walk the distance
or maybe I'll take the bus this morn
But none can take the simple pleasure
of the rising sun at dawn
The simple things are what I wish to share
For like my heart, they are always true
and if you were here, sitting beside me
then I'd share this sunrise with you
-Chen Yuan Wen, 8th August 2012, Unofficial Release
A New BeginningA New Beginning:A New Beginning in Free Verse More Like This
On the sea.
With my friends,
Right by me.
We will sail,
To these lands.
But our hands.
Though we feel,
Lost at sea.
We still know,
We are free.
Come and join,
Raise your hands,
We will sail,
To these lands...
"Hoist the flag and let me see, what the jolly roger of Chen shall be!"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 18th February 2012
My FirstYour loving smile,My First in Free Verse More Like This
On luscious lips,
In shades of blue.
My only mistake,
When I stole your breath,
Was falling in love with you...
I Will Believe That You're Okay...If you tell me you're fine,I Will Believe That You're Okay... in Free Verse More Like This
Then I won't question it.
I won't ask you about the cuts,
Or the bruises.
I'll turn a blind eye to everything...
Instead I'll ask that you join me tonight,
And maybe we'll cook ourselves a little supper.
Maybe you'd like to stay over? It'd be cool!
We'll watch a movie, play a few games.
C'mon you know how much I suck at monster hunter,
Be my wingman--er, lady tonight
And in the morning, let's go for a walk,
There's a huge park just a short distance away.
We could go on one of those nature trail things!
Hell yeah? Hell yeah!
And maybe, after you've had some time to think,
You'll see that things ain't quite as bad as you thought.
And if one day isn't enough to convince you,
Then I'm going to try again tomorrow.
Hell yeah? Hell yeah!
An Oath to My FatherAn Oath to My Father in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
An Oath to My Father:
The chill of winter is nothing, when compared to the cold inside my heart.
A fire, once stoked by the warmth of family, has quietly died, five falls past.
I dream of my father, who watches from beyond the realms - and my ancestors
Who fought against an endless army of giants, to win the lands we have today.
Just as a devout man honours his God through worship, I honour them through my axe!
Each stroke of the whetstone, each screech of the metal, brings me closer to them -
Even as I draw closer to my doom. Oh how I can feel him, for the anger in my blood
Boils evermore as I sense him approaching my camp. He is hungry, he is eager;
Slacks of drool hang from his twin mouths, as a jarring roar shakes the mountain!
Though I shiver at the sight, it is not from fear - I shiver in anticipation
Of the battle that is to come. My steel may rend his flesh and break his bones;
Or perhaps I shall be sent to glory - but it is useless to think about such things,
Just for LaughsJust for Laughs:Just for Laughs in Free Verse More Like This
There once was a man named Blue
He was a gentleman living in a shoe
He decided to go out and have a drink of stout
but then he met a thug named Drew
Gimme yo' money b*tch!
Blue was taken aback by his manner of speech
where did this man learn to speak and screech?
For language is meant to be free as a bird
not harsh and cruel like his spoken word
You crazy man? I said gimme yo' money!
Now I say it good sir and I really do
must I teach you to rhyme and listen too?
Repeat after me and follow the beat
Bobby beat his best mate Pete
Look man, I dunno what you're smokin', but I said gimme the cash!
Here's a tongue twister, slickety slock,
do you stuff your pants with a dirty gym sock?
I question the bulge that you do display
perhaps you are tiny because you act this way
And so Blue was shanked by the thug that he met
quite quickly snuffed without breaking a sweat
So let this be a lesson about the way of the rhyme
being clever with words won't preve
We Were SoldiersYou'll never hear me say that there's glory in war.We Were Soldiers in Free Verse More Like This
It is ugly, it is painful, it is frightening...
But I know, in my heart;
Deep within this soul born of freedom.
That what I do, at times, is a necessity.
It is nerve-wracking, most days,
Knowing that when you wake up you may not make it home.
But still I am proud,
Because of what I have managed to achieve.
And tonight; I hope that you're proud of me,
Because I'm sending a hundred of my boys home.
I just wish that I was joining them this time...
Sweet Little AngelsSweet Little Angels:Sweet Little Angels in Free Verse More Like This
You always loved them and cared for them deeply
They were the joy of your life and you held them close.
Until one day, sadly, they were taken from you
and your heart was torn by the pain and grief...
But remember always, that they will watch over you
though you might not feel them presently
You can hear their whispers when the wind is blowing
and you can feel their warmth on the lonely nights
They will always remain in your memories
For that is where you keep a part of them
A loving part that will never fade
Therefore, do not think of them as being 'gone'
Instead take heart in the fact that they are waiting
So that one day, you might both embrace each other once more...
-Chen Yuan Wen, 6th June 2012
I'm AliveI'm alive!I'm Alive in Free Verse More Like This
I know that I am cause I can breath,
I know that I am cause I can sing!
Listen to my heart,
For I know that I am alive!
I can carry on as long as I open my eyes,
And gaze to the sky while saying,
The sky is brighter and the land happier,
I can see no wrong when I open my eyes,
For I can finally sing cause I know.
Listen to my heart,
For I know that I am alive!
FlyingSing unto my heart my dearest one,Flying in Free Verse More Like This
Allow me to know that you are the one.
Tell me now how to know,
When I just want you to show,
How my heart loves you so.
By and by the world hears me cry,
So I guess this is goodbye.
But how can this be?
When you're the one for me?
We gave to each other,
When the world would have falter.
But I guess the time is of the ages,
Just like when we turn the pages.
Things around us are always changing,
Just like the endless seasons.
But that when I know,
That the world is a show,
I can lift my head up to the sky,
For I know I can really fly!
Life is too ShortYou have been judged.Life is too Short in Free Verse More Like This
You feel unloved.
Feel the whole world is out after you.
But I'm here, I'm here for you.
And I promise you, we'll see it through.
You need a laugh or two?
Well that's what I do.
So don't be blue.
I'll be here for you.
And I promise we'll see it all through...
Hold onto those dreams.
Let out all those screams.
Because no matter how hard it all seems...
In the end it will all be redeemed...
So hold on.
Life's not done.
So hold on...
Let out your hair.
In the sunlights glare.
Let the whole world know...
That you're here to glow.
Life is too short.
Strange or NormalStrange and weird,Strange or Normal in Free Verse More Like This
Can this be the normal?
Can I say that we are normal?
Normal, could it be,
The new strange and weird?
But how is one normal?
When you live in a house of heros,
Who really is the normal one?
Days go by that one is left wondering,
Why is that the strange and weird,
Are what they are,
Why is normal soon call as such?
Strange and weird?
Can I say that we are normal?
When gifted with various talents,
We all live in a house of heros,
We stand tall and smile.
Even if it's strange and weird,
We know we're normal!
The grey wolf.A lone, grey wolf yawned as he rested on the soft snow. Hunters had been tracking him since daybreak, but he needed to rest for a moment. He eyed his surroundings and listened for footsteps. He took one last glance around then bowed his head and began to sleep.The grey wolf. in Short Stories More Like This
SNAP. The wolf looked up, a branch had snapped in the woods ahead. There was a deadly silence with no animals daring to move. The wolf stood up and sniffed the air, the hunters were very close. He could smell four of them hiding in the darkness of the woods.
CLICK. The wolf charged at the noise. He didn't even make it to the edge of the clearing before he was shot. He toppled over and as his eyes darkened, he watched the hunter emerge from the darkness with their shotguns still aimed at his wounded body. Then darkness took him.
Written by Dannielle Dent
The FearNo one can seem to escape,The Fear in Free Verse More Like This
This nightmare that we make.
When you think you have got away,
You only think you rule the day.
But all you know is that there is fear,
Trapped forever in this place of fear.
Can you hear the screams?
No one can seem to escape,
This nightmare that we make.
Can you learn to escape,
It's much like the endless landscapes.
You can never seem to escape.
VictoryOh tender voice,Victory in Free Verse More Like This
Sing unto me,
Say how you know me and care for me.
Say that you know how things could have been,
And the way things would be,
Here I am to be alone,
Trying my hardest to atone.
Do not weep over this day,
For I did not fall away.
I will lift my head knowing my sins,
Battling this fight I must always win!
WonSing the whisper of my name,Won in Free Verse More Like This
Sing how one could be tamed.
Tell how this song sounds,
When everything is bound.
They said it could not be done,
I proved them wrong for I have won!
For the BestSometimes I think it could be for the best.For the Best in Free Verse More Like This
Maybe it is what you see as a test.
We were friends, we were allies.
We took on the world, with our heads held up high.
What happened, what changed?
Why did what we have, suddenly have to go and die?
Is it over? Are we done?
A strange mix of feelings, they're hard to describe.
Did it matter? Was it worth it?
Your intentions leaving questions, they're all that reside.
Must advance, need to dance.
The world is still waiting, and our light needs to shine.
Can't hold back, can't be slack.
Our group is now ready, to make our advance towards the finish line.
You may have chosen this path, you may have made some bad choices.
But you're a friend until the end, that is my opinion and I'll voice it.
Best of Luck.
SorrowI can feel the sorrow,Sorrow in Free Verse More Like This
I can feel the pain,
I can feel it all within.
How can I say this,
When all that was bliss,
Soon turns to the abyss?
When I was alive,
You knew I was there,
But then I found out why,
That there is none alive.
How can this world be of ash,
When it was once alive,
Can it have turned to dust,
In a moments rest?
There is sorrow and pain,
When can I make this end?
When all the world is to blame?
Young Justice: Resurrection Rough Plot OutlineThe Team is still in mourning for Wally West. Bart Allen, his cousin from the future, has taken his place as Kid Flash. Nightwing is being a solo act in Bludhaven. And The Team has not met with many successes lately. While Batgirl and Aqualad are co-leaders; Superboy and Miss Martian, once again a couple, act as their lieutenants. The older members discuss the fallout from the Reach invasion and are trying to help deal with the psychological blows. Artemis, still acting as Tigress, is presently on a solo mission getting intel from LexCorp. In Bludhaven, Batman reaches out to Nightwing. During the convo, Batman brings up a name Nightwing hasn't heard in years, Joseph Kane. A childhood friend of Dick's, they haven't seen each other since Joseph was injured while being rescued by Batman and Robin years ago. Batman says Joseph is back in the States after many years abroad and it would be good for Dick to reconnect. Nightwing says he'll consider it. In another dimension, a young man with noYoung Justice: Resurrection Rough Plot Outline in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
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Gods in Gotham Part 1
A woman with fiery, red hair and pale, white skin clad only in a red silk wrap points a finger at an opponent. She floats in the air in front of a factory with a sign that reads CALE PHARMACEUTICALS. This woman is Circe, the goddess of magic, and one evil woman.
Circe: *Stares down Wonder Woman with a golden gleam in her red eyes and an unreadable expression.* Give in, Diana; you shouldn't have come here.
Wonder Woman dodges behind a rock as red spellfire is blasted at her. She is tired, dirty, and bruised. Her sword is in her hand.
Wonder Woman: This isn’t like you Circe! This whole time you were content to just stay on your island of Aeaca and harm only those who disturbed you. What are you doing here in Man's World?
Circe sends more blasts in Wonder Woman's direction. Unlike Wonder Woman, she is not the one worse for wear.
Circe: Dear sister, perhaps I have just grown tired of being passive all these years. But my plans do not invol
AtAInterview transcriptAtAInterview transcript in Articles & Interviews More Like This
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"I hear Pripyat is pleasant this time of year."
Sniper stood watch, just outside the old travel agency building. Aside from somehow withstanding the rest of the block collapsing around it, the shop was impressive for having reasonably preserved brochures. Captain and Pilot would often amuse themselves by planning trips to countries that no longer existed, and Engineer would gather what they discarded for kindling. Whenever Sniper grew sufficiently bored, he'd call out with something he thought was witty.
It was a bit like that, being on watch; you'd either say something funny and die knowing your sense of humour was too good for this world, or you'd say nothing and die without validating your ego.
"Actually," Engineer spoke up from the Visit Asia section, a finger tracing over dusty advertisements as he moved along the aisle, "One of the last GOOD directorate broadcasts sent out was a list of anomalies brought on by the apocalypse, and apparently Chernobyl became the least radiated pla
Snippy - Poem of DoomSnippy - Poem of Doom in Free Verse More Like This
Oh Captain, my Captain! I say it to mock,
You're lucky as hell but to me you're a c***.
Please spare me the missions, I've no head for heights,
Balloons and big lists lead me only to blights.
Evading the probes of an alien race,
Then having to witness your > : ( angry face...
But what choice have I? I'm involved in these fights,
With Cancerous space-monsters full of red sprites,
And Lemonade weirdos and God knows what next,
Just how can you stay so serene and unvexed?
What price should I pay for your simple delights,
Be eaten by whales after soiling my whites?
I know you won't listen, but you'll come unstuck,
And one of these days you'll run right out of luck,
Your empire will fall, and your ego besides,
It's karma for sure, like the turn of the tides,
And then I will lol, sitting in my own muck,
Coz after all this I just won't give a f***.
Why I Write in PenW ell the reason is simple.Why I Write in Pen in Free Verse More Like This
H ave you ever got stuck in mid-sentence?
Y our mind revising your thoughts as the pencil erases them away.
I n the end you page is blank, scarred and word worn.
W hy waste so much effort to see it go away?
R evision is a secondary tool.
I t serves its purpose and is divine in its own right.
T hough there are places it should never tread.
E ven though it cries out to be present, one must not yield to its wails.
I n the beginning, things are created and they are simple and pure.
N o need to correct the simple or risk its destruction entirely.
P erhaps this is why I use pen.
E rasing is impossible; you can’t destroy the life you have created.
N ot until such a time that you can breathe new life though the old life’s experience.
SilksExquisite decorSilks in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Glistening their many hues
Visiting the soul
MeltM assage my drained soul,Melt in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
E very weary spot rubbed clear.
L et joy flow through me,
T ill my being rejoices.
ArtA lways it's present,Art in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
R evealing itself before all.
T urning souls to awe.
CrossroadsWe've come to a point,Crossroads in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
Choices must be made and soon.
One path at a time.
Thoughts before battleWhen my father diedThoughts before battle in Free Verse More Like This
I became the clan’s new lead
A burden held proud
Though now as war looms
I feel the weight in full bloom
But friends look to me
My courage lifting slightly
I won’t let them down
A Nomad's FarwellDearest friend, reformed foe,A Nomad's Farwell in Free Verse More Like This
Hope you'll catch the words I throw.
I'll tell you slow,
My voice turned low.
I care for you so,
That's why it hurts to know
The way things will go
If my feelings I show.
Our friendship cease to grow,
As spring flowers in the snow.
A stagnant state of woe,
Life coldly maintaining it's flow.
From the moment we said hello,
The need to escape creates overflow.
In response, flight I undergo,
The timing never quite apropos.
To give up your presence is a reasonable quo
For your protection from the crow,
The darkness hidden within the glow
Of my spirit's reverse Oreo.
With distance our bond will simply plateau,
Never to die, just reside in limbo.
Your memory will I carry in tow,
I must continue moving, as the wind must blow.
QuizQ uiting is for losersQuiz in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
U tilize your vast knowledge,
I t's your greatest tool.
Z ero slacking, don't hold back!
Letter to a Troubled FriendDearest confidante,Letter to a Troubled Friend in Short Stories More Like This
Are things looking up in the world? I certainly hope so. It's time like these when we must look towards things that bring true joy. As for me I fair quite well. I have my scars here and there, but what is life without a challenge?
As I write this letter to you I can't help but think of the things that were said in are last conversations. I too have uncertainty about many things. Can we really call what we have love? We search for answers based on what is seen and what we are told, what we know and what we have experienced. But in the end, who is really right?
Love is like a painting. There are basic rules but the technique and results of will never be the same as your fellow artists. Does this make your drawing wrong? No! Because love is not bound by its outward appearance alone, it is judged from the depths of the heart.
I just wa
MiscommunicationSome would say I’m weirdMiscommunication in Free Verse More Like This
After all I don’t talk much
Well,I’m mute you see
In a big city
I suppose you would get that
All the people there
Never bothered me
Till I met them today
Early this morning
A quite brawny group
Giving me thuggish street looks
Asked for directions
I feared their response
For their looks weren’t forgiving
Fighting back worry
Remembering my routing
I pull out my map
Rookies,It's cold in here.Rookies, in General Fiction More Like This
We're in a meat locker, what did you expect, Sol?
Jeez, why're you so snappy tonight?
I'm not 'snappy'. It's jus' I don't need a bloody weather report every time we go somewhere.
It was just an observation.
Well, keep em', to yourself. Fuckin' yanks.
Since it's the middle of fucking July, I didn't think I'd need a parka, Miles. How long are we going to be in here anyway?
Til' the job's done.
Well, aren't you just full of information? You know, if you kept any more secrets from me, we'd probably never end up speaking.
Wouldn't that be pleasant?
What was that?
If you didn't ask so many questions, maybe I would be more inclined to answer em'.
It's the only way I can get any information around here. You're the only one Jack talks to. So, you're the one I go to for information. What are we doing down here tonight anyway?
Looking in the Mirror,When you look into the mirror, what do you see? Do you simply see a reflection of your physical appearance, or is it something more deep and personal that you recognize?Looking in the Mirror, in Philosophical More Like This
I often times find myself staring into the mirror. I look at myself, the things that I have done with my life, the trials that I have experienced and the emotions that I feel. However, there is one detail that always seems to capture my interest when I gaze through that crystalline window. I see the people that I have come to love. It reminds me of them all and the relationship that I have had with each of them.
There are times when I will pick out a certain individual and just think about what that person means to me. I enjoy thinking about how the two of us became friends and how we both have taken part in our own adventures and misadventures through life. At times I ponder what my life may have been like if I did not know that person and what I would be like if they simply weren't there.
Relationships are much like
Realm of the Lunar LadyRealm of the Lunar Lady in Academic Essays More Like This
When the sun turns his back on the land and falls below the horizon, the moon rises from her slumber and reigns over a kingdom of darkness, the night. This realm of shadow is full of mystery, excitement, and a profound sense of sanctity. It is here, in these nocturnal lands where I can always find adventure and a quiet place to contemplate.
When the moon is not present in the night sky there are secrets abound. Inky black tendrils encompass everything around me, unwilling to relinquish the stories they hold. The darkness acts as a kind of buffer, diminishing sounds and rendering scents subdued. The shadows around endow feelings of insignificance and helplessness; I am unable to detect ambush and likewise defend against it. Finally the clouds will disperse and allow the moon to rule once more over her kingdom, and in turn she pulls back the veil of shadow that was such a hindrance to my senses before.
The alluring scents of the night make my heart race with profound expectation. The sal
Confessions,I look in her eyes,Confessions, in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
and all I see,
are sparkles of time,
staring back at me.
I look at her hair,
and all I sense,
are tremors of love,
that make me all tense.
I look at her smile,
and all I feel,
are my wounds,
beginning to heal.
When I think of her,
I am filled with emotion,
because what I feel,
is intense devotion.
I confess my feelings,
that not many can match,
for that one girl,
that I hope to catch.
Her beauty is great,
and personality grande,
all I want in life,
is to hold her hand.
To look in her eyes,
and feel her kiss,
to smell her hair,
and be in bliss.
She makes me happy,
to lose her,
is my only fear.
If I lost her,
my heart would break;
pierced in the center,
by an intangible stake.
Water Falls,Water Falls, in Philosophical More Like This
Water cascades down upon me. Each cool droplet rains down on my back as I contemplate. The water feels like a reassuring drum role thrumming out a cadence meant only for me. My thoughts are brooding, dark, depressing. I stand there letting my teardrops roll down my cheeks, mingling with the water flowing over my body. My bare chest rises and falls as I take one deep breath after another, while my heart matches the water drops in its own hammering staccato.
A mixture of emotions flood through me like a torrential river, washing everything away, leaving me nothing but anguish and pain. Inside I burn. Outside I shiver with the cold rain, no longer reassuring, but mocking. Havent I been made the fool enough? Havent I suffered enough?
Hoping to drown my sorrows I came outside. I hoped to escape the taunts and jeers, to escape cold hearts and cold eyes. I hoped to escape reality, reality rife with betrayal.
I came here, temporarily escaping my betrayers. However, I did not escape
Rose Petal TeardropsRose Petal Teardrops in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Rose Petal Teardrops:
You said it was over,
You said we were through,
I just can't believe it,
Not being with you.
It seems like only yesterday,
When I took that big step,
I asked for your hand,
And to love and accept.
You said yes,
My paradise was complete,
I could climb any mountain,
No matter how steep.
I could swim any ocean,
Or take any pain,
I could fight for my love,
And it would not be in vain.
The months we spent together,
Were happy and sweet,
No finer woman,
Could I ever hope to meet.
But months went on,
And our distance grew,
But I never found difficulty,
In my love for you.
It came as easily,
As a rose in the soil,
Tender and beautiful,
Not a hint of turmoil.
However, not for you,
Your love began to wane,
Like the ebbing tide,
And it drove me insane.
I didn't understand,
My love was so strong,
I started wondering,
What I did wrong.
I loved you,
With all of my heart,
Where and when,
Did it all fall apart?
Was I unsupportive,
Or not always there,
When and why,
Did you start
Colour,Drip. That damn faucet is crying again. Every morning I wake up to that damn thing weeping down that damn rusty drain in that damn fungus fellowed sink. It's enough to drive someone damn mad! This place could drive anyone mad. Every damn day it's the same. Grey empty wall. Grey empty floors. Grey empty ceilings. Grey empty bars. The damn sky's probably grey. But, I wouldn't know, I don't have a damn window. Looking between the cold grey bars of my cold grey cell all I see are other old grey faces. They don't smile, they don't talk, they probably don't even cry. Just that damn faucet!Colour, in General Fiction More Like This
Surveying the other cells I can see them stretch as far as the bars will allow. Damn cold pieces of shit. I can't see the ceiling of the complex, I can't see the floor. The damn scenery gets in the way. It's just a huge chess board of dark and slightly darker grey squares. It's a chess board of pawns with nobody to play. Who the hell would play with a board of damn pawns, anyway? It's enough to drive someo
The Trail to Enlightenment,The Trail to Enlightenment, in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
A young man seeking enlightenment was walking down a forest trail one day, when he met another traveler. The traveler walked with confidence and kept his gaze always ahead, not once looking down. This interested the young man, so he asked the traveler,
"Sir, why do you keep looking to the trail ahead of you and not once at your feet?"
The traveler stopped and answered, "I focus on the trail ahead of me so that I might know what dangers are in store for a traveler such as me."
"But, are you not afraid of tripping?" asked the young man.
"If I know what lies ahead of me, then I should not fear tripping," he relied.
The young man nodded and they parted ways.
Later that day, the young man met another traveler. However, this man walked with gaze always at where he stepped instead of the trail ahead of him. This interested the young man, so he asked the traveler, "Sir, why do you focus your gaze on where you step instead of the on the trail ahead of you?"
The traveler stopped and answered, "I
Falling for an Angel,I've fallen for an angel,Falling for an Angel, in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So gentle, so fair.
I've fallen for an angel,
Golden is her hair.
I've fallen for an angel,
Her skin soft and white.
I've fallen for an angel,
Her laugh uplifting and light.
I've fallen for an angel,
With eyes like stars.
I've fallen for an angel,
She could leave no scars.
I've fallen for an angel,
Who is funny and smart.
I've fallen for and angel,
She has stolen my heart.
I've fallen for an angel,
Whose beauty just glows.
I've fallen for an angel,
And now she knows.
When your heart is stolen,
By someone from above.
Be sure they're not a thief,
In the guise of a dove.
Punishment,Crash!Punishment, in Transgressive More Like This
I am awaken in a pool of blood, her screams sweetly galvanize my senses with each concussion of my mallet. She has done wrong to people and must be punished for her sins.
I strike again with the hammer, crushing her body. She deserves all the righteous punishment I am to administer in the name of our Lord.
Her screams reverberate of the suffocating stone walls that surround us. They act as silent witnesses to just retribution.
Noone will hear her cries down here in this deep, dark labyrinth. Noone except for the skeletal remains of those who have met their own righteous fates.
The lantern above me, now covered in a sheet of red swings back and forth casting scarlet illumination across the masonry. Everything is covered in blood now.
She is beginning to fade into the shadows of her tainted soul. She lasted longer than most others, which tells me her sins were very great. Her life is almost over.
My final sweeping arc of the mallet crushes
.i want words in my skin. in Free Verse More Like This
it is not enough for them
to sit just on the underside
i want to feel them gathered in
the creases of my joints and
i want to see them forming in my fingerprints
i want to see every last inch black and blue
.pour love all. in Free Verse More Like This
over, then strike
the fire will
burn itself out,
but the ruins
.some people are dead. in Free Verse More Like This
long before they die -
there's just no burial
for the spirit
.just try not to. in Free Verse More Like This
that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
.you pulled. in Free Verse More Like This
all the strings;
now i connect more
with the puppet than
i do the puppeteer
.i saw mars. in Free Verse More Like This
i saw a
.you forget that. in Free Verse More Like This
roses have thorns;
a prick of the
skin will tell you
that you're holding
her too tight
.he stood on the shore,. in Free Verse More Like This
and told the sea he loved her;
the jealous wind tore his
voice in two
Missing youI lay beside you,Missing you in Free Verse More Like This
in the last of the summer sun;
But wanting to.
Missing your touch;
Satisfied with your smile;
Satisfied with it's arguments.
My ears wishing for
The sweet sound of your voice
Saying all the things I want to hear
"I love you"
Missing your embrace;
A Sunny DayA tiny bit hyperA Sunny Day in Free Verse More Like This
A teensy bit happy
Crazy as it may seem
so different from
the way everything used to be
I'm excited to be here
In this preposterous world
This ridiculous roller coaster ride,
I never want it to end,
Life is so blissful,
Never felt so content
With you I'm over joyed,
And things have never been so pleasing.
My starry-eyed love for life has never been so fortunate.
"I do"I do."I do" in Free Verse More Like This
An echo in my ears.
An answer to my question.
Etched in my eyes.
Saying more than your words.
The flick of your eyes.
An imagined memory?
Or one more hint to how you feel?
"Do you love me?"
Was all I asked.
And yet you answered, in a thousand different ways.
MondayThe fire dances,Monday in Free Verse More Like This
To my left,
Beautiful as ever.
And usually I would be entranced,
Watching the flames move,
To and fro.
You sit so innocently,
in front of me.
Dragging my gaze to your eyes,
Their magnetic pull,
Keeping it there.
As we move closer,
Drawn in by what we can only feel,
I want you.
And in that moment,
As far apart as we are,
There is nothing else.
When finally it happens,
Sends shivers down my spine.
For so long,
I never understood what that meant.
As I lean in,
Your kiss is all I want,
And you pull away.
For I can't have,
What I've told you I don't want.
And I can't make you kiss me,
When that's someone else's job.
True love? Absolutely.
Let's keep this moment forever,
And never let it pass.
For magic such as this,
only happens when it's meant to last.
The forever coupleThe forever coupleThe forever couple in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Down the hallways
Hand in hand
To the whispers of our friends
What they said aloud
"So cute together
They'll last forever"
And in my head, that was always true
But aloud, spoken to you -
Forever just best friends
And then that changed, maybe they were right
But now forever
Is only a year or two
And neither I, nor you
The forever couple
That could have come true.
"Alais" discovers CelesteI'm standing in a room. It's my room. From before, when Jessie existed. It's different though. Changed. It looks... different, disorganized, but not newer, nor fancier. I have never seen anything like it. There's a girl in it. She looks like she's 6, or so. Suddenly I hear someone call to Celeste from down the stairs. She jumps up from her dolls - as I suppose you would call them - and runs out of her room and down the stairs. Oddly disproportionate though, its some shiny material with long legs and large breasts that would look ridiculous in real life. Curious as to what is happening I follow her down the stairs."Alais" discovers Celeste in Profiles More Like This
She enters the grand hallway that I remember from my own life. Nothing has changed here except for the clothes these people are wearing, I have never seen such odd garments. And such a short skirt, barely reaching the top of her knees! It must be liberating not to have to worry about skirts tangling between your legs, or catching on other things. Now that I have more time to
Wishful Sleeping BeautyCouldn't my alarm fall silent forever?Wishful Sleeping Beauty in Free Verse More Like This
I'd sleep away the time, never fall for another line
I'd wish my worries away, have no more fear.
But you my dear, would be gone.
Stands Up Sitting on a park bench is a girl. She's in her late teens, dressed rather respectably, as if she were out on an important date. Her hair is straight, not one strand out of place. Eyelashes curled, mascara dark and daring with complementary eyeshadow that brings out the girls blue eyes. She's waiting for someone, checking her watch which dangles around her wrist on a silvery chain.Stands Up in Short Stories More Like This
Her dress is fashionable, current, and black with a small cinched waist she is the very picture of perfection. A lot of work went into this outfit; even her shoes are high heeled and sexy. Her legs bare, she crosses them smiling.
He's not late yet then. She glances around, still watching for him, knowing it's too soon. Slowly, time passes and she becomes more and more worried, checking her watch more frequently. Frantically she tries to remember if she had the time ri
UncertaintyUncertainty.Uncertainty in Free Verse More Like This
Not wanting to seem
I just need
To be in your arms.
And the world goes away,
and nothing matters.
I am so
Of Us. Of You. Of Me.
JessieI feel like I'm floating. But that can't be right.Jessie in Sketches More Like This
What is happening to me?
I was... What was I doing? I can't remember...
It's dark here. Very dark.
I can feel me. I don't mean like my body because for some reason that's gone. Me like Me, the part that sticks around after whatever this is.
I guess I'm dead. I've always been an atheist. Always wondered what life was like after death. What happens. Apparently this is it. Of all the gods I've heard of the only ones that could exist now are the Greek Gods. The Elysian Fields, the soul sees only what it expects.
My life hasn't been that eventful. I haven't done enough good for the Isles of Blest I think it was? And I haven't been awful enough for any of the torture. Besides, I'd rather not be judged anymore. I think that's why I'm here.
Let me start from the beginning.
My name is Jessica Thorton. Jessie for short. I've always been the odd one out. I hate the dresses, the prejudice, the objectification, and the bullheaded-ready-to-fight ove