|Hand high, sword low, and respect the ever-fleeting horizon.|
The TrampAnd so I find myself here, once more. The romantic shadows of back alley lanes are small change to me, I've lived and breathed these very walls. The garbage cans are just a perk of the lifestyle.The Tramp by shari4minipigz
Begrudgingly, I think of the beautiful tourists destination I live in. Just another city hollow, breathtaking for all who stay.
Cursing the collared dogs, I'm just howling at the moon. Have you ever noticed how the sky has starry eyes?
Sometimes I really wish it wouldn't look at me that way, twinkling with wisdom.
After all, I'm only the Tramp.
SnowflakesAs a child, you always loved snow.Snowflakes by hey-there-blue-eyes
You loved the way it floated down from the sky, appearing out of nowhere - or at least, that's how it seemed to your young mind. The crisp white flakes drifted down from the puffy grey clouds, icing sugar on your cookie cutter world. It touched your skin, nestled itself in the crevices of your clothes, melted on your tongue. It made you smile, revealing teeth as pearly white as the ice itself; for all her flaws, your mother had always been very strict on dental hygiene. Your breath formed a cloud, so similar to the ones above, in front of you as you laughed, the flakes settling in your eyelashes making you giggle. They were so pretty, the snowflakes. You loved them.
You wish you still had those innocent snowflakes.
Nowadays, you almost never stop to feel the cold. Hell, you've gone so numb you doubt you would feel it even if you did. Neither the chill nor the wonder could pierce the shell you had built up around you. Your life had become an endless cy
Chapter 5- Five Years of DarknessChapter 5- Five Years of Darkness by niclo121212
Shonjo found Shi just as her head cracked against the log. He grabbed her hand and pulled it towards him, saving her from the worst of it.
He picked her up and threw her over her shoulder. She groaned. "Good, you aren't dead."
"Thanks for your concern," Shi muttered.
"Welcome," he said with a small smile. "I just can't believe how good of an actor you are."
"Wha-What? What are-What are you talking about?" Shi stuttered. He found out I can't let him know more He can't know that I can use my powers
"Shi," He said as he carried her back to their new camp, "You knew about your powers. It's more than likely you know how to use them, too-"
Damn, Shi thought.
"And, Shi " Shojo looked into the trees. "I- I'm like you. I'm a Stargazer And I lost my powers."
Shi slipped under his arm and walked beside him "I'm really sorry to tell you this, but " She stopped walking and fell behind him. " I don't have strong powers. I'm weak
Five Years Of DarknessChapter 4,Five Years Of Darkness by niclo121212
The Braid, The Star, and the Woman in Black
Johanna looked at her blank maids wardrobe. Another day in this lovely prison of the princess I can't believe I live like this She stared out the barred window and laughed. "I don't care what anyone else thinks about me or what I say. I'm still a young woman. Though I'm not normal at all " It was horrible, knowing what she knew. That even though the princess was here, just what kind of princess she was. How she was a drunk, how her husband didn't care that she slept with her servants. How all her friends left her. How she cut herself, and walked around Castle Villa bare. It was dreadful. And yet, she was the only one who knew what it was like.
Johanna had been a forced prostitute when she was thirteen. She was eighteen now; but it didn't change a thing. The man who had forced himself upon her was the king himself, and he was dead now. The only royal left alive was Princess Mirdiana, a lovely girl of fourteen, who
Presentation Evening Award SpeechGood evening ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, lads and lasses, chaps and chapettes. To be truthfully honest, I didn’t intend on doing a speech tonight. But after intense interrogation from my parents on as to why I wasn’t going to do one, I thought ‘let’s do it’. And so after few dozen modifications, adverbs, adjectival phrases, superlatives, verbs, a few cups of tea and a barking dog, I think I have concocted the most greatest speech I have ever, single-handedly I might add, created – and here it is.Presentation Evening Award Speech by Mattchewbackaar
No, I’m joking.
No, I cast my mind back to when I first came here at this school. I didn’t come here in year 7. In fact I came here in year 9. 2009, actually, in April. The 12th. At 8 o’clock. Yes, it was an emotional time for me; I had to mark the time down.
When I came here, though, I felt like an ant amongst mountains. I felt like an outcast. But that feeling didn’t last long. This ant found frien
Do We Already Know Everything?Do We Already Know Everything? by Mattchewbackaar
“To know, is to know that you know nothing. That is the meaning of true knowledge.”
Before I begin, I want you to think really hard about one thing. How do you know how to read this? Better yet, how did you learn how to read this? Cast your mind back to nursery or reception, or, if you’re American, kindergarten. Don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten you. That’d be bad if I did, considering the title is synonymous to memory and knowledge. Anyway—focus!
Cast your mind back to that period in time and really think about it. Think about the first few years in primary or elementary school and ask, “How did I actually learn English and Math(s).” Some Language Acquisition theorists, like Piaget and Vygotsky, would be screaming at the screen now. It’d be a mental tug-a-war with a side of grudging stares. Anyway, sidetracking, again.
How did you learn it? You simply looked at a board, at w
A Two-World Heart"I haven't changed much." I laughed, forcing myself to smile. "No, you're always Red, that's for sure! Constantly goofy." One of my old friends remarked. For a few hours, I'd be surrounded by happy memories; here I am, visiting my past, and having a good time with people I thought I wouldn't see again.
The warmth of too many bodies in one small room soothed my soul. I closed my eyes, tilted my head back against the couch, and took a slow, deep breath of oxygen.
"He never told me that! I thought he wanted to marry her-"
"-No, she wanted to finish college first, they split up."
"-Oh my God, reminds me, guys did you hear about Jesse? He dropped out, apparently he's rooming with some kleptomaniac crazy hippy-chick, dropped his cell plan too-and his mom can't even get a hold of him."
"Trevor is gay. He told me last month."
I opened my eyes and sat up straight, noticing the silence in the room. Then eve
Two HeartsTween the beats of my heart I feel a stirring
Within this skin a new soul is forming, unblurring
On the path of rebirth I feel the love inside purring
Here on the clouds of raptured bliss I see the strength of my soul
Every breath I take is two, the dance of life starts to make me whole
A wave of emotional and spiritual bliss reveals the light reveals my role
Reaching into the world I see the love again, a rebirth of my mind is control
This is what life is, not the scars and blisters festering in the deep black hole
Sparks will ignite the passion, you are own jailer, set yourself free and reject parole
The Bride of AtlasShe met him when the world was new;
when wars were fought in the cosmos
and celestial beings deigned expose
and visit themselves upon the mortals.
In darkness he came to her;
somewhere between fantasy and the real,
disguised as a human, burly and firm
with want of a lover and yearning for release.
She knew him as a man
and he loved her as his wife.
A Titan he had always been
at battle with Olympians
who garnered all of humanity's love
and chose war over peace to keep it.
As lightning struck, thunder roared,
and waves destroyed the earth,
all grew quiet as Olympus rejoiced
and she knew that he had lost.
Zeus then rest upon his shoulders
the weight of the world eternal.
A punishment made more severe
by lack of warmth from her mortal heart.
He carried his punishment made unending
as Earth's coarsened face gouged his back.
The insects and beasts stung and mauled
and the humans warred and burned his flesh.
Still he held the world atop his shoulders
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