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 Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 10:21 am
This form is meant for everyone to share different poems or drawings or anything that you all have been working on. Post your favorite works of art or poem, put videos on here of your favorite bands or songs or post different things that you have been working on.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 10:28 am
Tell me what you think good or bad
May stepped out of the shower and walked across the dimly lit locker room to the mirrors on the other side. She stood there on the cold metal floor wiping away the steam from a mirror admiring her naked body for a moment. Looking into the mirror she could see that she was no longer the young women that was still in college less than a month ago that would date a boy one week and then dump him because of boredom, she was an adult that had graduated from medical school at an unprecedented young age and was now one the leading doctors on the second largest colonial ship in the fleet.
She walked over to her locker and pulled out the standard issue medical jumpsuit with black metal clips all over it to attach different devices to. It fit her snugly and the new suit was still of a bright reflective white color to it. May grabbed a small medical kit out of her locker and clipped it on her hip and grabbed a small scanner and hocked it to the left hip clip. She put on the sleek black gloves and clipped them to the suit’s sleeves so that they tightly gripped her hands. She put on the new black boots and pressed a button on the side of each and they tightened nicely around her feet.
She quickly walked back over to the mirror listening to the boots clank agenst the hard metal floor. She watched herself in the mirror turning a little to her side to get a good view of herself in the mirror with the medical suit on. She thought that it looked good on her, that it made her look very professional, mature and even a little older with how the suit clung to every one of her curves making everything about her body look older.
“I’m so gonna get stared at by the guys,” May said to herself as she examined how she looked, “OK I guess it’s time that I get to work.”
OF WHATS TO COME
She ran down the hall hearing the screams behind her. She looked franticly for a place to hide or somewhere that she could lose them. May turned the corner and stopped, there standing only a few steps around the bend was a huge creature with a misshapen body.
"O my god thats one of the crew members", May said in pure terror. She grabbed the corner as the creature turned and looked at her. It started to slowly move toward her.
May screamed and the monster ran at her
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 10:58 am
Interesting and nicely written. Continue it!! biggrin
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 12:55 pm
I dont know why it sounds apocalyptic and religious....im not religious and normally i write haikus...so..neither is my area of interest....i guess it was just random... sweatdrop
The day no birds sing.
Sinners will come together
Faithfulls will fall,
And the world shall be covered in darkness.
The day no birds sing.
The Earth will be torn apart,
Fires will cover,
And the waves will take over.
The day no birds sing.
The land will die,
Oceans become dry,
And the skys shall burn.
The day no birds sing.
Loved ones will disappear,
Light and hope will vanish,
Evil and darkness shall preveal.
The day no birds sing.
Begining is too far behind,
Only the end is in the future,
Nothing more shall exist.
The day no birds sing.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 10:41 pm
My Dearest Virtue:
Do you remember Chastity?
We tried it once,
And we both failed miserably.
The harder we worked,
The more stressed we became.
Patience is a virtue.
Don’t they say that where you’re from?
I was never one for it,
And I do believe
That I’ve dragged you down with me.
Charity becomes you.
All I see is you giving
More and more away,
And it drives me insane
When I do as you do.
Your kindness kills me slowly,
As you earn your white wings.
You laugh at my shrinking horns,
Knowing- knowing all along
That I’m losing my tempting touch.
Humility makes me cringe,
And you know it best.
It’s the worst of all your ghastly unsins.
If I lived on my Pride alone,
I’d long be dead.
Your Diligence is awful;
You know how much I love
To get you off task
And back into my bed.
It’s so much warmer there with you.
Temperance is laughable.
It is truly unexpected
For either of us to abstain from the other.
It’s like a bond of gravity,
The way we throw away our self control.
That, my dead, bright Angel,
Is why we need each other.
My horns are shrinking,
And your halo is dimming.
One day, we’ll only be human.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 10:43 pm
Your Brown Eyes
Your brown eyes haunt me.
I see them everywhere.
Your brown eyes taunt me.
I scowl when they smirk.
Your brown eyes drive me insane.
I love and hate their intensity.
Your brown eyes bore into me.
I look away, if possible.
Your brown eyes frown at me.
I let out a giggle.
Your brown eyes heat a glare.
I smirk and chuckle.
Your brown eyes plague me.
I can’t help but smile at them.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 10:46 pm
Freedom’s Ringing [FMA Fanfiction; LustxGreed]
She’s beautiful, absolutely, completely, in every way beautiful. Maybe that’s why she’s named after the sin of lust. It isn’t just beauty . . . it’s captivating. That sounds more like it. She’s got me under her spell, wrapped around her long, gouging, inhuman fingers. She’s taken me captive, body and non-soul. I’m held hostage under her seductive gaze.
It’s a crying shame that there’s only one way to freedom. Freedom’s damn beautiful, too; but which one is more appealing?
I told her that I’d stay with her until our sick demise, but that isn’t until someone kills us or the sun finally burns out. Do I really want to wait around that long? She drives me wild at every turn . . . but is it worth it all in the end?
“I wanna hurt you, just to hear you screaming me name.”
Her breathy voice heats up my ear as I recognize a line of lyrics. How fitting.
Moonlight colored thighs squeeze my hips as she grinds against me. She isn’t naked, but, damn, I wouldn’t mind it. Not. In. The. Least. I chuckle to myself, and she shoots me a curious look.
“What is so funny?”
Nothing, I tell her, nothing at all.
She smirks down at me as she rakes her clawing fingers against my bare chest. I offer a pointy grin, and she leans down to bite my bottom lip harshly. A growling sound escapes my throat, and I thrust myself up at her. She’s obviously amused and repeats her action. Leaning forward, her black as night hair falls into her stark white face. I watch her come closer, and I stop her.
She blinks and scowls at my hand that’s holding her left wrist tightly.
“Why did you stop me?”
She’s demanding, but I play a better game. I tell her to morph her hands, like she does when she fights, and all the other times we ********/> Because we can’t die without our remains nearby, the two of us can have as much violent fun as we want. We can both go for miles and miles and miles- and we never fall exhausted.
She listens to me, thinking I just want to get to the point straight away. I grin at her, in an almost cheerful manner, and I think it throws her off for a second. I want her to stab me through the heart. She shakes her head, her dark curls falling around her shoulders.
“You know I cannot penetrate the ultimate shield. Nothing can.”
Let’s pretend, I say. I’ll get a cheap thrill out of it. Besides, didn’t she just tell me she wanted to hurt me? My lips reveal my razor teeth as I tell her not to be a wimp. Her brow furrows, and she accepts my challenge.
I lay back comfortably, with my arms folded under my head. Her left arm raises slowly, and it drastically plunges forward. I feel the heated stinging in my chest, and my eyes bulge slightly.
In my final moments, I laugh at her shocked, doe eyed expression. I feel her rapier fingers pull out of my chest, and I cough. Blood bubbles out of my mouth and lands on my chest.
“How . . . Why . . ?”
Her eyes are brimming with tears, threatening to spill over at any second. I just keep smiling at her.
My remains, I confide, are under the bed.
I don’t tell her that I’m free. I don’t tell her that I’ve been planning this for months. I don’t tell her that she’s beautiful.
I tell her I love her.
My world goes black with her howls of pain fading away from me.
Damn, I’m greedy.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 10:48 pm
Civil War Journal [Gonna level with you guys; this was written as total crack for school. The teacher thought I was totally serious and loved it. Hahahahaha.]
December 20, 1865
Christmas is almost here. The children won’t see the day, considering I lost them, though I still bought their presents. Maybe I’ll stop by their graves to drop them off. The holiday dinner is unimportant. We lost everything when General Sherman of the Union declared total war and burned our plantation and home to the ground. I remember the day I came home to find my family so vividly.
I came upon our home’s grounds, elated to be home and away from the dreadful battlefields. I was so excited that I would finally see my family again. The only thing that awaited me when I reached my front gate was charcoaled ruins of what used to be my life. Everything had turned to ashes. Even my children’s tree swing had been massacred in the destruction. The tree that held the swing had been chopped down and taken away with the northern soldiers when they raided. They had apparently been in need of firewood. Oh, the irony. The stables had crumbled under the fire that had been set upon them, and I’m sure the horses were too far gone to use for glue. The slaves’ quarters had been reduced to rubble, not that it had been much better before that tragic day.
My wife remains unseen; the word around our small town was that she had run off with Sherman to avoid being eaten alive by the flames of war. It is a shame that she took the family dog with her instead of our children. I do sometimes wonder if she still had her favorite hat that I bought her; or did she leave it to burn up with the rest of our memories? No matter, I supposed I will spend the afternoon by the frozen pond, near what used to be the rose garden, after I visit my little boy and girl. The rose garden is now just a field of ashes that have been dampened by the winter’s snow. My wife used to tend to it before she abandoned us. I have not even bothered to attempt to rebuild the house. I found a crate that had not been torn apart, and I keep my few worldly belongings in it. I sleep in the dark ashes that used to be my bed. I no longer buy rations from town. I simply hunt the wild rabbits that I find hopping in what used to be my kitchen. When I first arrived home and had nothing, I stole a shirt and a pair of breeches from my neighbor’s clothesline. That was when I thought it still might matter, when I thought that there might still be some trace of my family, the love of my life. I soon realized that I was lying to myself, but I needed to keep going at that point. I had to do something to stay sane.
On the rare occasion, my mind tricks me into thinking that I catch glimpses of my wife; however, it is just the tavern wench, wearing too much make-up, on her way to work. She’s actually quite a mess up close, like my wife had been after tending to those bountiful, blood red roses. It really is a shame about that garden. It was one of the prettiest things nature had offered me, other than what used to be my children. I should sleep soon. It is dusk now, and I am running out of light to write by. Come to think of it, though, I do not believe my scrawls to be important; no one will ever see them. Good night, my lovely rose garden.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 10:49 pm
Halos and Horns
You are the eighth deadly sin,
Turning me into a damned blasphemer.
I feel the horns growing on my head
As I push closer to the Gates of Hell.
Lust never dies out between us.
Lady turned into an addict,
You are the most noxious drug,
Produced only for me.
Gluttony forces me to keep coming back,
Because you keep becoming more potent.
With each new dose I intake,
My hunger for you grows stronger.
Envy bubbles up inside,
When others go to touch you.
Only my arms should reach
Around your waist and pull you close.
Wrath follows like a rain cloud overhead.
Likened to that of a mad hatter,
Others watch me closely,
Wondering when the cloud downpours.
Greed consumes me always,
Every time you depart.
I never get enough of you,
My toxic narcotic.
Pride swells within me
Each time you hold my hand.
I know the world sees
Exactly what you made me.
Sloth always wins against all,
When I think about trying to climb
Those pearly white gates
That I never really plan to make it past.
Thoughts of white wings flutter,
Flying quickly past me,
Teasing and screaming at me,
Never sprouting from my back.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 10:50 pm
We Went to this Show . . .
Close your eyes with me,
And listen to the beat of the bass.
Thump, thump, thump,
Whispers the drummer’s set.
Smoke and sweat and alcohol
All litter and lace the air.
Thump, thump, thump,
Breathe it in.
Dark all around us,
But the stage shines bright.
Thump, thump, thump,
Let’s get up closer.
Bite your tongue in anticipation.
Bitter, salty copper takes you by surprise.
Thump, thump, thump,
Oh, the agonizing wait for the final act.
Singers scream a siren’s song,
As we feel the beat pulse through us.
Thump, thump, thump,
Whispers the drummer’s set.
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Posted: Wed Feb 23, 2011 10:52 pm
Yeeeah, so I kind of write a lot. >.>;
All the stuff I posted is old work. If anyone has constructive criticism, I'm cool with it.
The fanfiction got a ton of favorite story/author feedback. O.o;
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Posted: Wed May 25, 2011 7:52 pm
Ok heres a little philosophy for all of you girls.
On the first day MAN created GOD to explain of all of which they could not understand.
Ya just think about it a little.
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Posted: Sat May 28, 2011 6:02 pm
Your right that is something to think about
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