Poetry and short stories :) Feel free to post your stuff

[Moceanu]

then, what.?

[Losberry]

these white walls

surrounded by white but darkness,
i sit and watch the people pass and think how pretty,
a walking and talking non insane person,
i would get up and walk in circles thinking for a moment but... nothing comes to mind.
until finally i don't even remember what i was trying to think about,
and then i just got plain sick of it,
the white, the dark, the people walking by and staring into MY window.
MINE! they have no right! so i got up, pushed the button that read HELP on it,
and when the doctor opened the door, i kicked him outta my way and ran down the halls of the hospital.

[.Helium.]

I'll post my poem in a minute- I want to share!

[831kala]

This is a Haiku I came up with myself in 5th grade:


From daybreak to dawn
The sun rises the sun sets
Pink,purple,and blue

[Taim]

Excerpt from the novel I'm writing: To Be Human

((Note:
-Whin are creatures much like humans, except they can use the type(s) of magic they have studied. Passion (my charrie) has studied shape-shifting, shields, and attack magic.
-Desmir, another main charrie, is a half-breed of both human and whinic descent. Hated by both sides, but fighting for the humans. Marked Passion and is now her master.)

Passion walked into the small circle of people, a mixed group of humans and whin, ignoring the snarls of her former friends as they taunted her. Her supporting half of the circle was silent, she believed because they were remembering her solemn words when she found out she had been cast as the fighter for her side. This war was going to be lost because her 'allies' had been angry and didn't keep in mind the many times she had told them she was weak without magic. And did they care to listen to the generals of the whinic side? This will be a fight based on physical strength alone. Magic will be restriced by the spelled water to be dumped on the contestants. Passion let out a growl of raw fury, her control slipping for one moment to let that emotion show.

She caught Desmir's eyes on her and gave him a glare any of her friends -no, enemies, she reminded herself- would know as one to mean pain and fighting to come. he just gave her one of his signature hard looks. He didn't believe she could do anything to him just because of his Mark on her. He didn't realise that since he was only half human, it wasn't as effective. She could beat him almost to death before she started hurting near as bad as him. It was only a matter of time before she would be forced to show him that.

Ronak, the slimy weasle he was, walked into the center of the ring in all his presumed glory. His cloak and robes billowed around him chaotically in the light wind and he was force to hold his arms out to keep from getting tangled in the finery. Any smart whin, any magician at all really, would know better than to wear so much. The heavy clothing would only hamper magic and weigh the caster down. The silver-eyed girl was broken from her thoughts as the chairman began to speak.

"Ah, Passion, how good to see you again!" He rubbed his hands together at this, a glint in his eyes that left no doubt that he wanted to see her ripped to pieces. "Such a shame you'll be the loser in this contestant however." She growled, followed by the three Tribals (council leaders of the whin people). They would not allow this boasting on a day of seriousness. They knew better than most that war was won or lost based on inginuity, not just brute strength. The chairman bowed and finished, "Well then, we all know why we're here, so let's begin.This fight has no rules besides that magic is forbidden. This will be enforced by a stronger magic than either possess. Each of the contestants will be doused in a volume of spelled water to hold their magic back while the fight is in motion. Afterward, the winner will be given the solution to reverse the effects. May the best man-" he gave her a look and coughed, "excuse me, person win."

Passion's lips drew back in a snarl, a strange look on her humanly features. It was a low blow and everyone knew it. Her arguement from the begining was that it didn't matter whether a person was human or whin, they were still a person with a right to live. She had been laughed at and called a coward for not wanting to fight. A few days later, she had been captured and forced to fight for the humans. Now she had a conviction to fight for them, not to mention how she seemed to be giving in to her 'master's' control. But that was ancient history. Right now, she had to fight to keep all of them alive.

Ronak made one last elaborate gesture, "Allow me to welcome Brawl. He's your opponent in this game Passion. Good luck." Then he quickly retreated and a man twice her size stepped into the circle. She noticed that the crowd parted easily before him, not just because of his massive build but because of a respect she could see among them. This was an enemy to fear. There was no more time to think. It was time to fight.

Clover, my former teacher and the thrid Tribal stepped forward from her risen position with the others on a small platform. "Ready yourselves..." Passion stretched out into a presumed fighting stance and faced that beast of a whin. Teams of two people each came up behind each of them and dumped a small bucket of water over each of thier heads. She could feel her magic being repressed, only her natural form and the human guise she wore now left to fight with. Clover nodded and a bell rang out over the crowd. There was dead silence as the crowd backed away, giving the fighters an open stretch of ground. They all stood to each side, humans behind me and whin before me. To my left was the edge of the trees, to the right a stretch of fields. There was a deadly silence, then another toll. It had begun.

Without a second past, and Passion was gone. She ran as fast as she could, her heart pounding with every step. It took both the crowd and Brawl a moment to notice that she had fled as fast as she could from the area, running flat out toward the treeline. If only she could reach there, she might have a chance. On open ground she was as good as dead. She had shifted into her animal form for extra speed and was twenty feet from the trees when her would-be killer recovered and came after her. He covered distance fast and was only ten feet behind her when she reached the first trunk, an old healthy elm. She darted behind it, fleeing to the thicker trees to the left. The man wasn't far behind, in his beast state from what she could hear. There was a young oak just ahead that had enough low branches to climb. She just had to reach it.

Instants before she grabbed the fist branch to scramble up, claws sank into her back and she was tackled to the ground. She fought to get away, clawing viciously at the brute so that she could flip over and get a better angle for attacking. She managed to regain her feet, but was force to the ground again as he lunged at her. Anger surged over her and she lashed out. She would not die here, jot today!

(That turned out a whole lot longer than I expected, but I hope y'all like it. What did I do well, and what can I improve on?)

[Pandøra's Bøx]

The Wolf and the Dog


Wolves are like kids
Who grew up in the street
Dogs are like babies
All pampered and sweet

Wolves are like shadows
Staying away from the light
Dogs are like flowers
Always in sight

Wolves are like the moon
Coming out at night
Dogs are like the sun
Only coming out in the light

Wolves are like ninjas
Sleak and fast
Wolves stick to the shadows
As silent as the wind

Dogs are like sirens
Going off at random
Scaring everything off
Just like a Human

The Wolf holds my heart
While the Dog snaps at bark

[Mz. Hyde]

You guys are all incredible.. Honestly.. Wow.. :)

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The dancers in the night
Steal away from dawn to dusk
Perfect skeletal hands embrace
The unlikely superheros
Proving to the world
That no matter the cirumstances
Gender, orientation, disabilites

Anyone can be perfect
Anyone can be beautiful

Oranges of the sunset
Slowly fading to deep grey
Lift the dazed child from his home on the ground
From his clouded glass reality
To the stars
Where he belongs
Around him spin the dancers
The dancers
With the broken smiles
From the broken homes
With the hearts big enough to fill the world

No one can help but love them
Just as they could love you

And those that ran from reality
All those years ago
With permanent scars as everlating reminders
Of their pain
That they tried so hard to hide

The could still love you, beautiful dancer
There is still time

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There is no one here
That has never felt
Hate and regection
Has never felt
Like they are a diappointment
To their creaters
Or those they're meant to love

But let the music spin away
The skeletons of past sorrow
The dust and ashes
Of those who couldn't take the fact
That they would never be capable
Never be treated

Like a human

But there is no one here
Who hasn't tried
To steal their own life away
Like the snipers in the dust
At some point or another

We're ll just as broken as you
So take my hand
And let the music steal
Your pain
Forever.

[Samurott12345]

This is my first poem,and I have no idea if anyone has made one like this,but here it goes...

Dreams....
I wonder and sigh,
Wondering of many things,
Mostly of the pet I dream of having,
Believing that I will one day,
I will have it,
But is it true,
For if I wait,
Will it come to me?
But it seens every day,
It goes farther away,
I realize that it is leaving,
For I was almost giving up,
But I didn't want it to leave,
I scream,
I Shout,
And cry for it to come back,
But it only moves farther away,
Until I can see only a speck in the distance,
Of a memory,
Of a dream,
All hope seems lost,
But the memory has not yet faded all,
A speck still remians,
Of that dream I still have,
And I will never give it up,
No matter how far it seems,
I shall never give up.

It comes from my desire for my dream pet,I almost gave up on it awhile ago,but I never did.
Well it's probably bad...but its my first poem.

[AninaAna]

"there's something you need to know about me" he looked me in the eye, and I nodded,
"what is it?" Mike sighed
"I am not like other people" and I smiled, thinking I knew what he meant but he shook his head, and gripped both my hands, "not in that way though Kisha, in the other way, I'm not, I'm not like you" and I knew what he meant, I laughed
"then you must be normal, to be unlike myself, is to be human" Mike frowned and looked at me
"so your?" and I nodded, "then we?" I laughed at his confusion, then dropped his hand and stepped back, lifting one of my hands I said "I will show you, Mike, why I am not like others, then you are to show me" he nodded solemnly, all words caught in his throat, grinning I let warmth flood into my finger tips, and faced my palm towards the sky, a red light, flickered and grew, until it burst into a flame, only small at first, but growing larger, as I fed more energy into it. I watched as Mike stared in wonder, at the living light, wavering in the centre of my palm, and grinned. Closing my fist I killed the flame.
"I always knew there was something about you, that was larger than myself" he looked at me, finally breaking his gaze away from my hand, "and now I show you, right?" without waiting for my answer, he looked around him, checking for any peeping eyes, or any listening ears. My brother had a reputation for spying on myself and Mike. My breath caught when Mike pulled his shirt over his head, and I found myself gazing lazily at his abbs, he grinned and turned around, I gasped "wings"


Just a completely random story I came up with on the spot tell me if you like it!

[Mz. Hyde]

Kill it dead
Violently slash
Until their bones are visible
Until their inner monster is awakened
And the fire in their eyes
Is scarliy prominent
Paint a picture with their blood
Tell a story with their torn, ripped flesh
Until it's all gone
Everything they lived for
Bodies shaking
Heart cut out
And nailed to the door
Barely beating
And through bloodied eyes
They can see no longer
The monsters looming in the darkness before them
The ones that stole it all away
And broke them down
Smashed them like porcelain dolls
Like glass mirror
To nothing more
Than parts and pieces
Shards
Fragments

Ashes.

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Aren't I lovely today ? :)