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Ill Always Be With YouShe set, back leaned heavily against the wall, with such amount of sorrow weighing on her shoulders as she stared out of the window and to the clear rays outside that the sun casted over the land. Her thoughts, that usually ran wild, were settled and blank and her eyes focused on nothing in particular, like an empty stare. There was nothing seeing, nothing there.Ill Always Be With You by Amberlynn19atSketch
She took a deep breath and closed her eyes as the sadness hit her like a perfectly formed punch and her heart, that beat so beautifully and on key, now broke along with the tune of a broken melody. It was unbearable, painful and most unpleasant and she allowed her head to tilt to the side, half exhausted and half empty.
Katherine felt a soft touch to her skin. It was gentle and warm and wasn't there before as it caressed her cheek lovingly, unaware that she leaned in to the comfort of that action but a simple word slipped her mouth, lowly, before she could keep it from escaping, "Jonathan..."
"Ssh. I'm here." Someone answered.
pausedpaused by herebewonder
“Why did you stop the movie?”
Isaac had his finger on the pause button.
“I…this might sound crazy but…I feel like I know where this story is going and I know the character is going to make the wrong choice and I just feel like if I pause the movie, maybe he doesn’t have to get hurt. Maybe I can save him.”
Tony put his arm around Isaac and hugged him.
“It’s not crazy. I know how you feel. But think about this: if you feel this much for a character, that basically makes him real right? And in that case, you can’t control him. You have to let him make his own choices, even if you know they’re wrong. Otherwise, he’s not alive, is he?”
“You’re right. Let’s finish the movie. But be ready to comfort me in an hour when it all goes to hell.”
“That’s what I’m here for,” said Tony.
I Visited A Mosque A Thursday night; my friend and I had just gotten back after a disappointing night. We had planned to go see a play, but we were late so they didn’t let us in. On our way back, we decided to stop by a nearby mosque, since he had missed one of his daily prayers in order attend the play, he wanted to make up for it. I decided to tag along; I had my DSLR on me, so I figured I might get some good shots there.I Visited A Mosque by DylanSeto
Upon entering, one of the first things I noticed was just how friendly everyone was. While taking off my shoes at the entrance (they don’t allow shoes in the worship area), we were quickly greeted by a complete stranger, a bearded man in his 40s or 50s, in fact – at first I thought my friend was already acquainted the guy based on how they greeted each other. The stranger turned back to me and ask if I was new. I put on a shy smile and told him it was my first time ever being at a mo
[Track 6] His World is Already Over(Home is for the Heartless - Parkway Drive)[Track 6] His World is Already Over by MidnightDaybreak
Leonhart slammed the door behind him and mashed his thumb - much harder than necessary - into the pad next to it, locking it. He kept facing the door, not wanting to turn around. His breathing was deep. His face was flushed. His hands were clenched into tight fists at his sides, knuckles white and nails biting into flesh. Cuts and bruises covered his little arms. His nose had been broken when he'd left the training ground, but had almost completely healed in the few minutes it took to return to his room.
Leonhart was angry. Angrier than he'd been in his entire life. Angrier than any nine year old had any need to be. Then again, how many nine-year-olds had to go through what he did on a nearly daily basis?
He clenched his teeth together, trying to bite back the anger welling inside him. Tears burned behind his eyes. For whatever reason, Leonhart cried when he was an
The Red ScareIt's been almost a year since this happened, but now I'm finally ready to share it. Any Islamophobic comments will be immediately hidden so don't even try. Even if you hate Muslims or you think of them as dangerous, this is a true story about something terrible that happened to an innocent girl.The Red Scare by StrongButGentle
I was in physics class first period on the first Monday of April 2014, when the vice principal said over the intercom that the students would be called down by class to an assembly. This was surprising to most of us, as an assembly had not been planned. My physics teacher asked what the assembly was for.
"You know the girl who wears this?" A senior in my class asked, making a sweeping motion with her hand around her face.
I knew who she was referring to. There was a Muslim freshman -- we'll call her X -- who wore a hijab every day. She seemed to have many different ones. I saw her in the hallway sometimes. She looked very quiet and shy.
The senior said that someone had put a note in X's
Oliver 1 - The HouseOliver 1 - The House by INeedSomeTea
My spine shivers as I think about that house. The smells, the colors, all these things come to my mind in a wave, at the same time. I was living there since my family came from France, when I was ten. That city surprised me, Tiverton sure is a beautiful place!
I had already talked by letters with my uncles and cousins, and was eager to meet them in person. They lived in London, a little far from where I would be soon, but still, it was closer than Paris. Nothing a few hours of travel can not do. And by land, even better. I could no longer look at the sea without retching.
The older cousin was my age, and she told me a lot about the place. The other one couldn't write yet, she was too young. My english was terrible and I could hardly understand what she wrote, needing the help of my parents, which made me embarrassed. I hated who read the letters were destined to me, but there was not much I could do. Anyway, the more I learned about the place,
Dear Friend,Dear Friend,Dear Friend, by SarcasticCupcake5
You are the friend I need so much, but will never meet. Whether we talk only every so often or talk daily, you're all I've got. You keep my sanity in check when the rest of my life is wearing it down.
For the record, when I say I have no friends, I don't mean to hurt you. I do consider you to be my friend, honest, and I appreciate your friendship more than little black words can ever describe. Its just unfortunate that having only internet friends has intense limits. You are never bound to be sitting on my bed, laughing as you watch me eat more chocolate than my small size would suggest. We will never be cracking up for no reason at three in the morning, while sitting in the middle of your trashed bedroom. Just as you can never give me any of the hugs we share through keyboards. I wish that's not that way it was, but unless you are secretly my next door neighbor, that's what we have to work with.
I hate bothering you, and you can't see the tears through the screen.
Fate- The CovenantPROLOGUEFate- The Covenant by Amberlynn19atSketch
There's that moment in life when something is created. A proud moment of anyone's life that could make the cold hearted turn to burn a little warmer. It was the moment when a certain werewolf named Michael Bolton could take a look at his life and want to change for the better as he stared at the newborn child that lay in his crib, big eyes peering up at his father with curiosity as his small arms moved in a up and down motion.
Michael felt the corners of his mouth rise as he smiled fondly down at his bundle of joy and with unsteady hands, scooped the small child up and into the comfort of his arms.
He has never once in his lifetime held a child and all the possibilities of dropping him or even managing to break him kept him cautious in every movement he made. Damien had his mothers sapphire orbs and gentle features. He resembled her in every way and it only made him grin wider at the thought but quickly faded when he pictured her image.
Damien smiled, mouth open, and laughed b
THE ART OF DEATH - SAMPLETHE ART OF DEATH - SAMPLE by PhilipBrocklehurst
When the heart of darkness beats,
the heart of goodness will stop,
life will be dust in the flames.
In my world of deepest isolation, I can no longer hold
onto the failing mask of sanity that dwindles at
every passing hour, of every passing day, of every
In the sleepless nights alone in my cell. The call of my worst
enemy ceases to leave me be. Their words drill into my
skull, driving into my own being, forcing me to abide
to their will.
I can not resist, I can not serve.
There is no rest, no matter how hard I try to block out
their unmountable words. Peace is a word, let alone a world,
not reserved for I.
I can not take it any longer, and thus, I am choosing the only
option to bury the demons that hound me so for good
under the consecrated ground where I dwell.
This cold world of darkness that surrounds my being,
the dank crypt I call my home will become their tomb
as it will become mine.
Free from the demons, free from myself. No more torment.
The only thing th
The tears of the unicorns I - TemptationThe tears of the unicorns I - Temptation by LightAngelSky
Have you ever asked yourself
if an angel falls to earth?
I never cared …
Until I met this boy …
In my dreams …
I have visited this place many times … this world, where the light is at home … Your world … And I will visit this place again until I find you …
“I came to this wonderful place again … That is strange …”
Puzzled, Eliya looked around and breathed the fresh, pure air into her lungs.
The plain in front of her lasted as far as the eye could see and melted in the distance into the powder-blue mountains.
Under her naked feet she could feel the soft green grass that stroked the soles of her feet with her every movement.
Eliya sat down and lay back on the grass with her eyes closed.
The gentle fragrance of flowers got into her nose and made her smile.
“Even though this is just a dream, everything seems so real. I wish I could stay forever at this place. This is
War of Chaos Chapter XIXIWar of Chaos Chapter XI by Agent36496
The self-proclaimed god of war already hated his trip from the arid and searing lands to the furthest of the south-east. Because his hide was black with dark grey chestplates, he would absorb much of the heat from the sun’s rays. That was an advantage of his in cold climates, but being the one to represent darkness he was never tolerant of sunlight. Even worse, this part of the world was to be hot, whilst his homeland was preparing for the winter. Finding the right currents was no problem for Ares, but he was worried that he would pass out from heat exhaustion before he was to reach the nation where the most obscure dragon among the elementals. This was to be the hardest one to convince to help resolve the plights caused by the Light Dragon. If she really was as dangerous as most claim, Ares needed to watch for her sensitive spots.
The travel toward the country was getting easier, for the heat dropped significantly. Then again, he was near Central Africa where he found the Ear
War of Chaos Chapter IIIIIIWar of Chaos Chapter III by Agent36496
With the use of the dark energy that the black dragon generated, the night was black as it was meant to be. He actually caused rain clouds for the night. He had spent much of his day eating. He felt close to the sorcerers now, and wanted to know that he could trust them perfectly. That was why, by the time the sky went completely dark, Ares showed what he was up to. Before the dragon, who sat with his paws folded, lay a pair of daggers. The sorcerers approached, sharing a curious expression. Even though Ares had told of his feelings, he was still unpredictable to them.
He abruptly asked, “What know you about a blood oath?”
Kamadai replied as he and his former apprentice approached, “I am familiar with it, but it is not a tradition among my clan.”
“But it is tradition among my clan and those of a couple others. This makes a good point.”
“So, that is what this is about?” Kuro spoke. “You want us to draw blood, but for what?”
Imagine....Imagine.... by growinluvhandles
Imagine . . . a world where we could all be this fat and happy! Where everyone could be satisfied and comfortable just letting it all hang out. All our love and all our creativity would be fostered and would bloom.
No one would have any desire to fight or be better than anyone else. A place full of curiosity and wonder. Where we wouldn't have anything to worry about, no prejudice, no hunger, no unmet need or desire.
I picture a heaven on earth. A place where we could all be comfortable enough with who we are that we wouldn't let anyone put us down. Where no one would want to put us down. A place where we could enjoy life to the fullest!
Can you believe what a joyous place this would be? World peace would be here, and we could all just sit around, eating, cooking, writing poetry, singing, painting, dancing . . .
And we could spend our days enjoying being with each other -- enjoying each others' inner and outer beauty and all the wonders of this earth....
Poisoning Ivy - Chapter FourWhen I opened my eyes, sharp flashes of colour flooded through them. I was curled up in a pair of cold stone arms, flying through the night sky at an unbelievable speed. I noticed that there was a lot of pain throughout my body - my wrists and legs especially. I attempted to wiggle myself free, but my whole body had gone numb. Paralyzed. I clutched my eyes tightly, frightened to see the pain as well as feel it. I felt as though my body was being repeatedly stabbed by hundreds of sharp, pointed objects. I gritted my teeth at the pain; I couldn't bare the agony. A gust of cold air rushed down my wind pipe and I was suddenly very aware of the strange burning sensation coursing through the center of my chest. I wanted to scream, as if somehow that would take the pain away, but I couldn't, my voice was completely broken. As was I.Poisoning Ivy - Chapter Four by CharIie
I continued to fly through the air in this stranger's arms, clutched tightly to their chest. It was like being in a very tight, very bone crushing straight jacket
OutcastHis memories now rested in the far distant hills where the sun sank slowly. There were times when he needed stillness and peace. And to let his mind relinquish all to the power source, that appeared to hang so tantalizingly close. It was a secret place, that also held his hopes for the future - but of late these had been swamped, struggling to rise above the murk and mud, constantly suffocating every thought that struggled to breathe in the light.Outcast by shelleypalmer
Men shunned him, hid from him, chased him and tried to kill him. Oh, he had tried so many times to communicate but there was no level they could communicate on.
His language was that of the Ancients and the Wise, of Gods and Goddesses, of Tongues and Elvic. And his experiences spoke from the fiery heat of volcanoes, from skies streaked with lightning. From forests tall, dark and burnt with age and accident and from deep rivers that quenched those fires and now carried their own forests. From the magma beneath the earth, ever flow
ElvesElvesElves by Trisaw1
Naming swords after great acts, great deeds,
Smiths and craftspeople produced the finest quality,
Warriors, princesses, princes, angels, artists
…above dwarves, above Hobbits, above Man…
skilled, fair, noble, wise beings,
watchers of the land.
Older than most beings that pass through
the Great Lands of Middle Earth.
Silent in their ways, powerful with their gaze,
Masters of medicine, languages, signs and stars,
Supreme magic workers by far,
And those who encounter them will know
These are immortal beings, guardians of thousands of living souls.
I have 'finally' died.I have 'finally' died. by AlterationAgo
All seeing eye by Setsugen
☆ I have 'finally' died.
A beautiful experience, in every possible way.
Stopped to a hault, it finally arrived; the day has come - "I have 'finally' died".
I hesitantly follow death, dragging my feet - but I had a good run, when looking back at my incredible feats - the amount of times I slipped 'death' - it was 'inevitable' the 'day' he came back for me I guess.
I admit, when looking back on what I thought was 'death', I created elaberations from what I seen - I sorely underrated him .... for in all actuality, he is an 'amazing' being!
We talked of unimaginable 'philosophical' things - the whole way walking to my end.
Don't tell 'him' this, for it would probably go to his head - but I think he is a genius - all conve
Your perception. ( Time to Awaken and see )Shrewd you were beyond my understanding,Your perception. ( Time to Awaken and see ) by LumenArtist
as I was yet to know of your existence
and was yet fathom your iridescence,
your various forms were relatively unknown
possessing a radiance
extending beyond the existence we dwelled upon,
extending beyond that which we willed to reach
and what we set our eyes upon.
Containing brush strokes and inking tips
sinking ships submerged would extend further
than the valleys curvature would tip,
I recited urns at titan peaks
reaching to the heavens
and words yet spoken I would speak,
reciting your glory to whiten my frame,
claiming clairvoyance you extended
restoring stories of those stained
in the name of false gods,
all those mislead
would come to humble your greatness,
breath taken by your will to overcome great odds.
Set forth to save man
your voice was like an ethereal piercing the soul,
vibrancy, as you would hold mother earth in her infancy,
separate beings of the same part became equilateral
rotating the world shouldering birt
MotherI watched the flowers bloom in MayMother by MEBwrittings
And roses drenched in summer rain.
The wind carried this song to me,
As I sat beneath our apple tree.
A gentle hand above my head,
Warm cuddles late night in your bed.
A picture frame that's on the wall.
A baby girl learning to crawl.
Wild stories just to fall asleep,
Soft pillows crowding at her feet.
Sweet lullabies to calm her down
While clinging to your silk night gown.
These things are ghosts of past
But still I remember.
And though they didn't last
I'll still love you forever.
So, don't give up on me now,
No, I won't let you drown.
Cause I am lost till you are found....
Oh, so lost till you are found....
Love?Another night underneath the stars without you.Love? by katamaris4ever
But with whom? I’ll never know
Because I haven’t found the right person to share it with
And so I moonlight as a daydreamer.
I don’t think I’ll ever find love
The way people tell me.
Because the way they describe love is weird
And I don’t like it.
But I never rule out the chance
That like a bolt from the blue
Someone will be waiting out there
Somewhere, sometime, somehow.
But I realize that if I can’t find the one
Then I’ll be the one.
Alone but not isolated
Hopeless but not frustrated.
And I realized that I’m a good sport
But a terrible player.
So it’s fine to cheer on the sidelines
And tell the others to win the game.
So I’ll just play my music
Because I won’t have to face it.
And hopefully when the last song fades
I’ll find you waiting for me.
Run Girl Part 1: An average day, I guessThe full moon glistened upon the darkness of the mountains. Not a burst wave of wind blowing through the night autumn sky. A perfect night to go star gazing with loved ones. A perfect night to take your best gal on the trip of her life. Instead I sit here on the mountains, alone, wasting my breath. The only warmth provided for I is the cigarette I have lit to calm my nerves. Not everyday your best friend goes missing, and suddenly you're the main suspect.Run Girl Part 1: An average day, I guess by LGROSARIO
Just an average day, like any other, until your mother screams that the police are at the door. Knowing my past records with the law, I took her cries as warning and fled out the back door. My heart nearly jumping out of my chest, sprinting like the mad man I was. The thick wind struck my face, my breathing becoming nearly impossible as i found I couldn't stop. Fear had taken over my body and all common sense. Running was my only option. Running was my only escape. Running was my only way to safety. But that was four hours ago.
No Light, No Hope Part I"I can feel my soul being pulled back into the darkness, and I don't know whether to just accept it. I close my eyes and allow myself to fall backwards into the darkness. My heart screams at me, telling me there is no reason to go back to the dark. But it is not true. There is no more light, nothing to give me hope. I am to forever be alone. That is what the world wants. I don't belong in this world, this life. I don't have anything to look forward to. Good bye to all, my soul and heart are broken and no more. I am now a hollow shell of nothing. This was meant to be. There is no light, there is no hope."No Light, No Hope Part I by LGROSARIO
Bride Of A MadMan 2p!England x Goth!Reader Part 10I woke up and found myself, back in the bedroom, where I was getting dressed for the wedding.Bride Of A MadMan 2p!England x Goth!Reader Part 10 by guardianarchangel
“What happened,” I asked, wearily.
“Oliver, that’s what happened!!!” I heard someone yell, as the door opened, letting Al in with Aisha, James and Raven following.
“Are you okay,” Aisha asked with concern, holding me close.
“What the hell were you thinking, giving her that cupcake,” Raven scolded.
“At least the pain is gone,” I said.
“Yeah but you might want to take a good look at yourself, eh,” James said, as he handed me a mirror.
I immediately gasped in shock, as soon as I looked at my reflection in the mirror. Instead of my once beautiful, (E/c) there are swirls of (F/c 1) and (F/c2) reflecting back at me.
“I’ve…..i’ve gone mad,” I said, looking shocked and horrified at my new eyes.
“Hate to say it but yeah you’ve gone mad or cuckoo,” Al said.
The Fairy stone Pirate England x Reader Part 13The Fairy Stone Pirate!England x Reader Part 13The Fairy stone Pirate England x Reader Part 13 by guardianarchangel
“How much Further,” Feliciano complained, as we walked through the lush green forests of the land.
“Can we stop to eat,”
“We already ate about an hour ago, stupido,” Lovino yelled, smacking his younger brother upside the head.
“Don’t make me reach back there,” I scolded.
“But he hit me,” Feliciano whined.
“He wouldn’t stop whining,” Lovino argued.
“I don’t care who’s fault it is, I’ll finish it,” I yelled, getting ready to punch Lovino but Arthur stopped me.
“Ah, Ah Ah mi lady,” He said.
“__________, a princess never yells at her subjects or threatens to punch them. She must have patience,”
“How can I have patience when Lovino hit his own brother,” I replied, sarcastically.
“You must handle the situation how a princess should handle,”
I opened my mouth to say something when
Jose Carioca X ReaderJose Carioca x ReaderJose Carioca X Reader by guardianarchangel
Thank You For Always Being There For Me
I sighed in exhaustion as I finally finished up my last comic panel for my latest project I’m working on.
“Thank god I’ve finished,” I said as I collapsed on my bed and started looking up at the ceiling.
My thoughts then wandered to my best friend, since childhood, my crush and also my favorite character of The Three Caballeros, Jose Carioca.
“I wish I could’ve told him sooner,” I thought as I sighed sadly.
“He’s probably busy with Donald and Panchito or maybe chasing after other girls,”
I chuckled softly after I thought of Jose chasing after girls, which I found cute but sometimes would make me jealous.
My thoughts were interrupted when I heard something small and hard thrown at my window. I looked over to see a small pebble thrown at my bedroom window. I grumbled as I walked over to the window and begin to open. As soon as I opened the window, I felt a pebble hit
Yandare!2p!Axis x Reader Part 1Yandere!2p!Axis x ReaderYandare!2p!Axis x Reader Part 1 by guardianarchangel
I swirled my red striped straw around inside my (f/F) milkshake as I sighed deeply, looking bored. There was no one in the diner but Steve, one of my friends, working his shift today.
“I wish there’s so much more than this boring life,” I thought.
“I want some adventure in my life,”
My thoughts were cut off when I heard the doors open and the bell ringing, signifying a customer entering. I didn’t care about what they looked for I am too infatuated with my milkshake.
“Ciao bella,” I heard a soothing, smooth Italian voice spoke, making me look up to see a handsome Italian with auburn red hair, dressed in a light brown military outfit and a black feathered hat, drumming his black gloved fingers against the hem of my seat.
“Is this seat taken,”
“No not really,” I answered, as he took his seat across from me.
Then, I felt someone sit next to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder. I looked
Ophelia's Death~Near the brook by the willow tree~Ophelia's Death by DatenCityDragon
Ophelia: (Humming as she skips and walks randomly in no pattern whatsoever)
Free as a bird! A song bird asunder*1* by no master!
(She twirls around, falling over in the process)
Soft!*2* The children of the night. What music they make.*3* Like honey to the ears, to the ears that listen, and the heart that revels in’t.
(She crawls to the tree, feeling the bark upon her hands)
Oh faeries! Please whisk me away with thee. Take me to her highness Snedronningen.*4* I will face her snow bees *5* in Spitsbergen *6* and lie at her feet until my heart is as frozen as those around me.
(She scours by the brook for flowers, mumbling)
Crow-feathers, nettles, daisies….
(Her voice quiets down as she finds some wild orchids)
Dead men’s fingers…..
(She traces the flower with a finger, but quickly picks them and scales up the willow tree. She starts to sing as she weaves them together)
Oh Peggy Gordon, you are my darling
Come sit you down upon m
The Ship Of No ReturnThe Ship Of No Return by DraganTheMighty
On The Ship Of No Return,
On The Treasure's Fever
All We Shall Burn
Thought I'm left the one
to live and tell the tale,
But human wisdom
is condemned to fail.
On The Ship Of No Return,
On The Treasure's Fever
All We Shall Burn
We dare to cross
The Sea Of UnSin,
Lurks the evil
that lives within
Some of us can't stand it,
they just give in,
The others we keep going,
sailing deep in!
Through frost and fog,
an uncharted land,
We dare to step
on NoMan's Sand!
The Treasure On The Mountain
That Never Was,
The Gold Inside The Cave
Of The Demon Loss!!!
Pictures of a future,
it was not to be,
each of us will face,
It's too late to flee!
Back To The Ship
Of No Return,
Of Many Men
Back again to cross
The Sea Of UnSin,
Lurks the evil
that lives within
No one could stand it,
They all give in!
Left Alone I'm Sailing
The Sea Of UnSin!!!
On The Ship Of No Return,
Going HomeREVISED (02-04-2015)Going Home by Immer-Frei
LIGHTS UP on LILLY, a little girl who is reading a book while sitting in the waiting room of a Veteran’s Hospital. She’s all alone in the waiting room, amongst the eerily quiet hospital.
LILLY [via recording; spoken to the audience as she reads]
Well, here I am again. Usually my mother is able to wait with me while my father goes away to the examination room for a while… But, today is different. Today was the first time I’ve seen my father cry… He was so embarrassed… He fell on his way inside the hospital and couldn’t get up. Ma and I couldn’t get him up either… I ran for help inside the hospital, but no one would help me. They were either too busy to even notice me, or too scared to even help because they were vets with Post Traumatic… They just stammered and stumbled away from me. Thank goodness another patient and his family heading into the hospital was able to help us. But now, I’m alone. I just
Riddle Me ThisYour eyes are openRiddle Me This by ProjectOWL
Yet you fail to see
You've got living skin
Yet mechanical beneath
Your protective shield
You wear it strong
The way it gleams
Through a winter long
On a long voyage
Through a star-filled realm
Can you not see
The heaven in hell?
Philosophy VitaeNo more vital forcePhilosophy Vitae by foxstory
mechanism being real
regards vitalism ethereal
all life from nucleic acid source
matter to energy by a certain course
DNA to binary and back, I feel
is of greater impact than the wheel
to not test every limit means remorse
so what then shall therianthropy
require before it can come into being?
theriotype genome and vital vector
for a dreamlike mortal life subjected to entropy
breathing, running, and through new eyes seeing
first person point of view from the nonhuman sector
sailors dreamnavigating the heartsailors dream by wordturner
braving perilous emotions
plowing uncharted waters
stormy verbose oceans
paper sails fan liquid flames
surviving doldrums arid plains
entering ports with exotic names
I wander and wonder
pirate and plunder
fish down under
at home with the stars
sailing the extreme
in my Ship of words
this sailors dream
The ImmigrantBehold a young personThe Immigrant by TimesFire90
whose life isn't so good
for they have left behind
the place of their childhood.
A place of misery, murder,
and a whole lot of pain
for in their homeland
violence has reign.
Now they are here
in a place they desire
but it's out of the frying pan
and into the fire
for here they are deemed
the most worthless scum,
worth even less
than spat-out gum
because here they came
from a country third-world
and that very fact
makes people hurl.
They can do naught
to refute the insults
for they lack knowledge
of the language default.
They must hide in the corners
away from the pain,
reminding them of
their old home again.
Now you find one
cowering before you
and this begs the question,
what will you do?
Willcatastrophic endeavors, levers,Will by KarmeticPeace
on trepidation measures.
scenes fall to flight,
strong as might.
the wind will stop, for the perfect line of sight.
sound, will rush out
like an exploding, beam of light.
complicated forces try to divorce us,
but in necessity,
you must devour to de-filter information,
not unlike a diabolical tyrant, in confucius like contemplation.
in attachment, the venom, will strike with a vengeance,
like what happen in the movie deliverance.
(squeal like a piggy)
the useful nature, will leave the victim.
over dramatic, sporadic, and go off like a steroid junkie
(rapid gun shots fire............................... ......................)
my point boils down to the moment,
like the terminator,
advanced so for in to the future.
the synaptic nerves,
moves like swift and decisive chess pieces
and leaves the history books baffled.
begging for one of your explosive mysteries, unraveled
A Knight To Rememberlook at you...A Knight To Remember by KarmeticPeace
(at the window biting your lip, hair touch the light just right)
it's like looking at the pinnacle of creation
thoughts over whelm to flood my senses
like pressure building
comes in the form of a semi
I say in that sexy way you love
like there doing cartwheels while
scanning your body
like a kid inside about to ravage candy
I'm bewitched, bewilder
how did I got so lucky
(BINGO), your personality
(JACKPOT), (bites my finger and said disarmingly) fuck!, that body...
(YAHTZEE) she loves me...
I electric slide right into position
commanding, played like a smooth tactictition
every move, touch, taste
designed to drive you to maddening depths of pleasure
I whisper while nibbling in your ear, I love you!
your reply fuck me...(with a maddening gasp)
I carry you to the bed
you turn into a little girl with ever movement
yelping, laughing, glowing
I throw you on the bed
I follow suit to compose the notes to your heart
Shadow X Metal Brand New Rap AlbumWARNING: EXPLICIT CONTENTShadow X Metal Brand New Rap Album by Metalclawwarrior
READ AT YOUR OWN RISK
I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE, NOR CONDONE VIOLENCE
(1) Shadow Skit
*Car driving, then parking on a dirt road
*Shutting off engine, footsteps on a rocky road
*Knock, knock, knock
(Old mans voice) "Travis?"
"Hey there grandfather.. How have you been?"
"T-Travis? Wh-Why you have a gun?!"
*Gun fires loud
*Thump. 'oof.. W-Why Travis..?"
"You know exactly why Grandpa."
*Foot steps walking away
(2) I'm Shadow (Family Diss)
Who came through the front door and whooped the Bongfilios?/
Started to kick their ass and ate one box of Cheerios/
When he smashed a glass, and slashed their ass/
He stared at Joyce and said 'Ill fuck you last!"/
Grandad, you gonna get cut in half!/
I'm just gonna laugh/
Like you did after you stabbed Mom in the back/
Little punk ass bitch/
Ill fuck you up like you fucked your sis/
Got your Southern incest roots/
And your ignorant mind with a IQ of 2/
I'm not related to you?
Bitch, I'm b
The Lights ft. Edgar Allan PoeIThe Lights ft. Edgar Allan Poe by xandermartin98
See the phone towers with the lights-
What a world of mischief and sorrow their pattern foretells!
How they twinkle, twinkle, twinkle
In the icy air of night!
While the clouds that are gray
And so boring, seem to snicker
As they watch over the street known as Gay;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Philadelphian rhyme,
To the long-word-I-don't-know-what-it-means that so visually delights
From the lights, lights, lights, lights,
Lights, lights, lights-
From the flickering and the twinkling of the lights.
Feel the ominous Morse Code message of the lights,
What a world of tightly packed buildings and traffic their harmony foretells!
Through the balmy air of midnight
How they ring out their delight!
From the creepy redden lights,
And an insight,
What a lot of lost sleep I once owed
To the white light reflected onto a certain window making it look
Like the moon!
Oh, from out the dormhouse cells,
What a gush of imprisoned restless students wantin
I'm Fine "I'm fine," I say for the millionth time.I'm Fine by VioletRogue
It was just a poem.
Written word meant to rhyme.
"I'm really okay," I say again.
It was just a piece,
A story to tell,
An emotional tale to be told.
"I'm good," I assure them.
Over and over again.
These words were just words
Just ink on lined paper.
I read so many modern-day PlathsI’m trying to remember bits of myselfI read so many modern-day Plaths by DSteffi
when I first started this-
this whole month of writing a poem
for every day,
like peeling off the scabs
your skin won’t show-
but isn’t too shy to hide.
Did I walk a little bit differently?
expectationacross the abyssexpectation by wordturner
through time and space
millions of moments like this
running the human race
far and fast as you can
up the family tree
following the best laid plan
expectation, meet reality
Just SmileJust SmileJust Smile by FigDreamerXIII
The rush of the wind, right beneath your feet.
It's knocked you down, on the left of the street.
People will laugh, people will mock, and people will scorn
Sometimes, like me, you wish you've never been born.
But like my dearest friends taught me, just smile
Smile during the good times and try your darn hardest when dealing with the bad.
This world is bleak, it has a lot to frown over, so just look life in the face and grin.
Tell it, “no matter how bad you treat me. I'm not going to let you win!”
Keep moving my guy, gal, no matter what you look like or how you sound.
There's one thing hatred can take away from you,
and that's the fact that frowning is more strenuous on the face.
So make your life, and your body feel much better by
Emmett Accidentally Sells Cocaine On Christmas EveChristmas Eve, Jim asked with vigorEmmett Accidentally Sells Cocaine On Christmas Eve by SketchSr
"Could I borrow a cup of sugar?"
The question didn't seem suspicious
or in any way malicious
After all, Jim wasn't vicious
He never caused me any fear
Never made me shed any tears
He lived across the street for years.
Now here he was, in dire need
of sugar for his sweet iced tea
I obliged and gave him some
He headed over to his home
with a smile, wave, a pleasant "Thanks"
His iced tea could have been great
But Jim had changed the sugar's fate
With a very rash decision he'd made
See, Jim did not want to make tea
That's not why he took sugar from me
He was a little short on cash
So he put the sugar in some bags
Carried them on down to the park
Sold them to some kid named Mark
Police caught him, asked "who's is it?"
He cried out, "I got it from Emmett!"
They came to my house, knocked my door
I was scared to say much more
Than "I just thought he was making tea!"
No arrests were made that Eve.
Jim never sweetened his tea again
Now he just drinks it with l
How to Comfort a Writer1.How to Comfort a Writer by katamaris4ever
Never tell a writer he’s good enough
Because he knows this isn’t the case
And he’ll become conscious at the lie
That he can stop improving
And will be unable to show his true feelings.
Tell her she can change
And what you liked
About her displays of affection
Written in words of wonder
At the bright beautiful world ahead
Never tell a writer’s she’s perfect
For she’ll twist your words into decadent deceit
She knows that this is impossible
And will realize you never looked into her heart
As she wore it on her sleeve
Tell him that there’s work to be done
Before he can truly be an artist
But say that he’s on the right track
And guide him with words of encouragement
In his eyes, affirmation is excellence.
Never scoff when a writer bursts out
Bubbling with his interests
For this is what he holds to himself
Wanting to express what dwells inside his mind
LifeLife was meant...for so much more.Life by Amberlynn19atSketch
It was meant to raise you up, it was meant to cut away at your very core.
Different directions, you make your choice and hope its right.
Because your not sure how much longer you can fight.
Your getting hit from every corner, and tore from every angle.
Your feeling all these emotions. Mostly sadness, mostly anger.
It's a like a wave of heart and it burns, because it doesn't matter, and your will breaks like glass that clatters.
You think that maybe your alone, maybe you were meant to be because all life leads you is to an eagle as it flies away with something you'll never be, free.
You can close your eyes in darkness, wanting nothing put closure.
As it eats away at everything that you are and there's nothing left, not even your composure.
What is the use to feel, when all there is, is a empty pit, you are void that even the devil himself would avoid.
You allow the never ending black to close the light because you gave it all your might, but there are
Easter KeeperSingled out, alone, it stands as a tower,Easter Keeper by RogueMudblood
A center of green covered by white fuzz.
Protecting the bowl are pale watchmen,
Draping themselves in white raiment
As they spread themselves to keep guard.
Soft purple walls sit silent and sentinel,
The yellow bounty over which they watch
Flitting lightly in the passing wind.
White within far more defined
Than without, the dome opens,
Waiting patiently for its first spring visitor.
I Wont Make You StayWe have been through alot.I Wont Make You Stay by Amberlynn19atSketch
We have laughed, we have loved, we have yelled and we have fought.
We have had our ups and downs.
Our fair share of disagreements.
And it sometimes brought us closer together, sometimes drove us apart.
But I love you, have since the very start.
It was at first glance that I knew,
That we could make a future.
Watching as love developed, grew,
Into something stronger than metal.
A bond so unbreakable and still.
Unmoving like a set of mountains.
Standing up proud and tall,
Unable to move or fall.
It was the moment that two fates sealed.
Of two people who's love was true,
And could be felt by others to.
A start that two hearts,
Came together in sync as they beat as one.
In a beautiful harmony, a beautiful tone.
A story made to be written in stone.
And the music we made was of our own,
With the lyrics of a love song.
I remember I didn't want to close my eyes,
Because I couldn't go a minute without seeing you.
Something I just didn't want to do.
You were like
Fuck A TitleFuck a titleFuck A Title by Metalclawwarrior
Fuck a bitch
Suck my motherfucking rock hard dick
Shit! Shit! I need to take a piss
This be like my motherfucking "CensorShit."
Diss the censor's that protect the kids
I say fuck that!
Let em' listen to Shadow rape a chick
Why do ya care?
I'm just cussing a little bit
Sit down and grab a chair
I'm here to rap
Hear, listen to Slim Shady LP in your ear
My rap time is near
I've come so far
Cum so far
Yeah, I aimed at the wall o'er there
I need to clean
I need to see
That life cant kill Shadow here
Run AwayI don't know who I am.Run Away by Amberlynn19atSketch
Anymore I continue to stay.
From the person I was,
To a person I never wanted to be.
There's all this pain in my heart.
It wasn't always there but then again, everything has a start.
I guess that's how it began
How my story played,
Into chapters of horror.
I feel it, the constant ache.
About a life god made, that the world could take,
Changing it into something fragile and broken.
Turning into anger and spite.
Tell me...how is that right?
I don't understand, how I could be a child of innocence and joy,
From a carefree mind and happy dreams for life to destroy.
I don't understand how easy it is for creation to be so beautiful one moment,
So god like and heavenly sent,
To self destruction and evil the next.
That's what I keep doing.
I'm in a battle for my own wits and sanity.
Dodging hate and others profanity.
From eyes that look at me with disgust,
Cold stares with dis-trust,
And walking past them with a heavy burden.
That no one bothered to see.
The Book Girl“The Book Girl"The Book Girl by Shadowkat678
Once there lived a young girl named Emily, her head full of blond curls and eyes a clear sky blue. To many, she seemed a queer child, never speaking unless spoken to and always found stuck firmly within the pages of a book. Without a real family, young Emily was left bouncing from foster home to foster home time and time again, never staying in one place long enough for friends. Nothing seemed to be constant, and to the world, this was a girl truly and utterly alone...but in her mind she wasn't, not really. She had stories, and her dreams. They were the one thing that she could always turn to. As long as she read, she couldn't possibly be alone.
Little Emily often sat for hours on end, her mind flying far off to places she knew her feet would never roam. In those moments, she wasn't some forgotten tiny child huddled away in a stuffy corner, but something more, something far better. They called it unhealthy, all the time her eyes would scan ov
My PietaEyes so serene as your body relaxed,My Pieta by mrgreendots
your passing never passed until
a gravestone was all I had.
An edged slab of marble unwelcoming, cold,
won't compare to the lingering life
so close to behold.
I miss how I missed you
when I missed you the most,
as love's just crux howls
only when losing its host.
Thus through such virtue
I could lastly accept mine,
enough so to nurture,
and cry for my Pieta
one last time.
Watery Coffin It was an awful storm. The agitated ocean sent its dark and foamy waves crashing loudly on the beaches and slamming against the cliffs. Powerful lightning and repetitive thunder seemed to be breaking the sky into pieces. The waves sent the water spraying to an incredible height.Watery Coffin by necropoetus
I was freezing.
'Zaid!' I kept screaming his name. My throat hurt making my voice sound raw. 'Zaid!'
The raindrops were big and fell, like speeding bullets, out of the murky sky. They felt like a suffocating curtain of water.
We decided to make our way to England after we finished dealing with unpleasant family business in Germany. Family relations were never really my forte. We were to retrieve some documents from an acquaintance that was coincidently unaware of their content or value. A Spanish fellow kindly offered to take us to Gwithian, a small coastal village in west Cornwall, in exchange for a small fee. However, his short temper proved itself a handful. We stopped
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