Transformers Prime: New Beginnings Ch 14
Thundercracker activated his thrusters, afterburners infuriating from a charming red to a minor tint of orchid, regrouping with the rest of the flight squadron. Second-in-Command and Aerial Commander Starscream scheduled a training day with both trines to practice aerial maneuvers. He had secretly hoped that Megatron was watching To praise him and tell him how beautiful he was when he shot through the air. But he knew better. That old slagger cared for him like he cared for a scraplet.
"Seekers! Cross patch!" He commanded, transforming back into his bipedal form and blasting off. The other seekers did as they were told, the silver leader climbing high into the atmosphere. At a certain height, he then dropped and did a continuous barrel roll. The other five were coming up fast at 3 and 9 o'clock at his sides. He then pulled up into a low loop, the other seekers perfectly crisscrossing and each one touching each other's wings without scraping, then the lead coming abrupt
Evil BoyA heart full of Reason,:thumb293692044:
A heart full of Rhyme.
My heart is full of treason,
you treacherous swine.
You said we were in love,
so please come back to me.
Like of the Ark with the dove,
of my heart you hold the key.
My body is in doubt,
that you have left me like so.
Of misery, put me out
I love you, this you know.
But then I saw you with her
And the way you kissed.
You insolent cur,
how could I have missed.
You better watch your back
for if you hear the crow's caw
you'll be a tasty new snack
for my beast to gnaw
The Blue RoseA young flower vender fell for a beautiful young woman. He did everything for her. He showered her with small tokens of his heart. He did everything she ever asked him. He gave her his heart. Yet, she didn't think she could love someone like that. She didn't think she could love someone who just sold flowers and made minimum wage for his salary. She thought that she would only fall in love with the rich, handsome, successful men. She didn't really care for him.
He came up to her one beautiful day. He told her that her eyes were even more beautiful than the setting sun. He told her that she was an angel in his eyes. He had never in his life been so struck by a woman's beauty like this before. He softly and shyly said that he couldn't possibly fall in love with another woman but her. She was his life. She was his soul. She was the reason why he breathed. She was the reason why his heart beats. She was the reason why he is still alive. He asked her if she felt the same way about him. She
The CrowdWalking on to the football field:thumb296364650:
To the sound of the drums
My flag held straight
Heart beating faster than
The milliseconds on a stopwatch
Watching the people in
Silent with anticipation,
Well to me they are.
The drums stops
And the band with them.
Silence, utter silence.
And my heart takes on
An otherworldly calm
The music starts and my body
Moves without a command
From my dazed brain
I do a flare
The crowd screams
I do a toss
The crowd roars
We finish the song
The crowd goes wild
I can't help but smile,
Teeth and all.
The musicianAs I look up from my instrument that fills the air with music,
I look upon a star.
As I look up from my piano,
I see beauty beyond belief shine before my eyes.
As I look past my own work,
I see the beauty of their work spring to life.
As I look past my music,
I see my inspiration come to life.
As I look up from my instrument that fills the air with music,
I see the most wonderful person on stage shine.
Our Story"Daddy, tell me a story!" Emma whined, lying in her bed. Her father sighed. It had been a long day of Daddy-Daughter time, but he didn't realize that it would be an all-day princess party with eight other girls!
"Daddy's tired," he told her.
"Daddy!" Emma whined again.
"All right. What kind of story?" he asked, sitting by her side.
"A happy story a love story!"
Once upon a time there was a boy named Keith. He loved to be at the beach the air, the wind and water all seemed to be at peace there. He would rent a house every summer so he could go surfing every day. When the sun went down, he would make a bonfire and play his guitar just messing around or letting out some serious feelings. Sometimes his buddies would come at night and they would all hang out, making music and having fun. It was the life he wanted to live singing and surfing were all he lived for. One day, Keith decided to go surfing at night. Not the wisest choice, but he never tried it
Moonlight MarkA girl lies beneath the moonlit night, under a lofty willow tree,
She looks up to luminous stars shinning vividly in the sky wondering what she sees.
She can see the Orion and Pegasus, the Milky Way, and Polaris the North Star.
Looking upon the starry sky makes her forget about the scars.
The scars in her life of sadness and despair,
It brings her smile down to a small glare.
For she remembers how life had taken those she loved dearly.
She tries her best not to think of that incident, well barely.
She gazes upon the heavens and feels a moment of envy, and looked at stars through the reflection of the pool.
The stars must look even more beautiful in heaven, to watch the shimmer of the sky's glittering jewels.
In heaven the old scars are washed away never to be seen.
That's not easy for a teen.
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust,
But scars in the moonlit night will always remain it's not just a blight, it's a must.
Acquisitive things will fade and shatter but memories are eternal as a star.
AnniversariesThe small town called Derry didn't really get new people. In fact, when new people came, it only took about fifteen minutes of being in town for the newness to wear off. Since Keith was living in Derry at the time he noticed the new girl that came. She had blonde hair that was layered and dressed like his sister did. She seemed nice enough even with her dark sunglasses. Deciding he would be the first to welcome her, off he went, leaving his sister in the store by herself.
"Hey, may I be the first to welcome you to Derry?" he asked, sporting that grin that usually had women falling to his feet.
"No you may not," she snapped. Keith's eyebrows rose at her tone. "She beat you to it." Keith looked where she pointed and saw his sister. He glared at her.
"Well can I help you find somewhere?" he asked, flashing the smile again although not as brightly as before.
"I'm looking for Keith Harkin."
"That's me," he said, sounding suspicious.
"Perfect. I was asked by the state to give y
I Am Not A NobodyOk so I'm not like you,
I can't swim or do a lot the things you do.
I don't ride a bike because you think I can't, I can do it.
I just prefer to walk and see the view, live with it.
I am not some nobody; I'm not someone you can treat like dirt.
I've left the outskirts of home farther than the mall.
You can't just toss me around like some old shirt.
And then expect me to act like nothing happened at all.
So ok I do many things during the weekends.
And yeah I like to watch TV a lot.
At least I've been true to myself and to others in the end.
And I've never treated you like snot.
I am not a nobody; I'm not something you think is lousy and useless,
And yes I don't care much on make-up, clothes especially a dress.
I do have friends who like me for me and because I'm me.
And not because you think they feel sorry for me
Evidently you don't have that many true friends.
Because if you did you wouldn't say stupid things like that,
Alright so haven't changed throughout the years, not one bit; I'v
My Love In Plain English
I love writing with my complete being,
As it sets my soul and heart and mind free.
It is as if seeing is believing,
And that is how I will forever be.
Writing is the essence of who I am,
It is always changing and evolving.
Writing is my innocent little Lamb,
It is my entire living's longing.
Writing relieves my life's many stresses,
It makes my friends laugh with pleasure and joy.
They help alleviate my many messes,
It is my childhood chocolate and toy.
Writing is my Romeo, my true soul,
It's my savior, my true love, my noel.
Fools GameI am lost in confusion by you. I don't know what it is that you want me to do.
I feel we connect, and then it breaks with only the entrance of one single mate.
What game are you playing, and why do you do it? Why do you continue to put me through this.
I guess I will have to bring to life what I always do. Bring up my defenses, and just try to forget about you.
Block out emotions again, and shove them away. As I have to do every day.
I should have expected this, and seen it coming. But I was hoping you would be different, and not just a something.
The world continues on as it always does. Now balance is restored, and you don't have to worry about any gossiping buzz.
Can't Always Be What They WantI'm sorry I can't always be who you want me to be, but hey this is me.
Love me or hate me thats your choice, but know this, I speak with my minds voice.
I do what I can with what I can, but that doesn't mean I am superman.
Understand not always are my days cheery and bright, at times even I have to fight.
If you can't deal with this then don't bother, because you'll probably end up being just like any other.
Either get in and stay, or immediately walk away.
Life is ups and downs thats just how it goes, finding your future, and anything along the way, who knows?
Words To Think On FriendDarkness and light, two entwining sights. One road to pain, the other to pleasure, none of which we can measure. Fighting and struggles, sometimes too pointless and it makes you muddle. Eyes full of tears and fears, then light may shine if given the lended ear. Breaking out and becoming free, trying hard not to do the old and flee. Go forth and take it to the next level, show what is your true meddle. If the world tries to break you then break back, show no weakness and prevail will get you what you want, and most times, thats the fact.
100%"I hate math!"
"No, you don't. You're so good at it!"
"So? That doesn't mean I like it "
"All I'm saying is that you have no reason to hate it."
"Like you do? You always get hundreds on tests."
"So do you."
"I wouldn't bet on it. The next one is going to be horrible!"
"The one about percentages?"
"Yep. I will fail that one."
"You say that every time, and yet you always get a good grade."
"I know, but this time I'm 100% positive that I will fail this test."
"You're 100% positive? Like completely sure? You don't even have one single doubt or hope that you will pass?"
"Well, if you put it like that I guess I'm 90% positive that I will fail that test."
"Why don't you just study for it?"
"I did, but I'm so confused."
"I can help you if you want."
"Sure, why not? Show me what you've got."
"Ok. So, percentages show parts of something, such as: how much alcohol is there in a beverage, how many students are girls and how many are boys, or the probability of snow on a given day."
TomorrowI was drowning in a deep sea of despair, and I thought there was nothing I could do.
I kept falling and falling. Nothing could help me...not even the happy memories I shared with you.
The darkness entered my soul, my eyes, my smile
but I knew it would all be worthwhile
because I would emerge again, stronger than before
and nothing could bring me down anymore.
I saw my hopes and dreams collapse in front of my eyes.
I tried, again and again, to keep going, to rise
after every obstacle to keep moving ahead
but all my will, brought me down instead.
I know it is hard to rise up again,
but fear not, I will not give up not until I can remain
who I am, and stay on my feet.
It's even worse if you accept defeat.
I used to break down after every mistake I made,
after every moment that left me afraid
but now I know better. I know that I have to fight.
I have to fight to stay in the light,
to protect myself, and discover my potential.
Being strong, brave, and happy is es
Shortcut"How did you come here so fast?"
"I'll let you guess."
"Yep. Come on, it's not even that hard."
"Alright. Did you take a taxi?"
"No. Try again."
"Fine. Did you run here?"
"No, I walked."
"You know what, I give up. I can't deal with you and your weird puzzles."
"Ok. I'll give you a clue. I took something that I could never take to reach to your heart."
"I don't understand."
"Well, I took a shortcut to get here, but I would never skip anything about you."
"You know what?"
"You are my shortcut."
A Red Christmas Part 1 The little tree shined on Reds desk; with bright lights, and tiny orniments haging from the fragil limbs. Snow fell outside her window; glowing, as the castel lights lit them up the fire flies in summer. There was a knock at her door; as she turned to see who it was Shadow stepped in with a box and said,
"Merry Christmas; now here I hope you like it!" Red took the box, thanked him, set the box on her desk, and opened the lid to find a red and black cape with silver heming and a matching shiny gold and silver broach. She lifted it out of the box carefully as he told her that he, Shiny, and Gannondorf had it made specilly for her. There was one problem; it was to big for her but she knew she would grow in to it. As Shadow left she started getting ready for the Chritmas mascarad that had been on her mind all week. Her wolf mask white with black gems and a few red streaks that brought out her amber eyes but they were more red than brown and v
A Red Chrstmas Part 2Shadows voice stopped and he turn to Red. She lifted her head from his back and looked around to see if anything was wrong. Shiny took her hand and stood her up; she took this oppertunity to study the people talking to Shadow. 2 were boys and 1 girl; one them was weaing a black tuxido with a green tie and shirt and had blond hair and gleming green eyes. The other in a green tuxido but with a purple tie and shirt and had black hair and miscical deep purple eyes. The girl was wearing a light blue dress with a green sash and ribbons and also had black hair but shining blue eyes. Gannondorf intoduced the one in the black tux as Green who was wearing a wolf mask like the other who was introduced as Vio short for purple, and next the girl was Blue with a unicorn mask. Red thought to her self, ' Hmm. . . . Are blue and Vio related?'; she made a mental note to find out. Shiny thought it mit be good to get to know each other so he invited them to stay over a couple days because they would all b
A Red NightOne hand on the wall and jump. The ground looked like a far off world below but the rush of air was refreshing. Red fell on to the groud below with a loud thud, as the guard bell rang loudly behind her. Got up and ran as if her life depended on her getting far away. It did; the castel gates creaked as guards came running towards her. Her sword flashed as she druw it; the guards froze as they saw her face. They though they must have the wrong person but no she was the one who was going to ecsaped. Shiny and Gannondorf came riding up and they to though they caught a prisoner trying to make a run for it. Even thought the horses kept walking the solders were standing still as if she scared them although everyone though she was helpless. 'They should have more securidy than this.' she thought. Red looked at Shiny like he was the blam but no she was tired of this work even if it's in her blood. Gannondorf rode up to her and held out his hand to help her up. She shethed the sword and turned a
Scholarship EssayCollege is important to me because, simply, I love art, I want to design many beautiful things, and put my works into the world. I want to be a Graphic Designer, while hopefully, being able to produce personal works to put into the world. College studies will advance my talents, and my horizons will be extended to an even larger degree, this is what I need to do to succeed in my career goals. I plan to go into the Graphic Design courses and then from there attain a bachelor's degree in it. I also plan to eventually take some courses focused on art as well, to increase my artistic abilities, by learning these things I will be able to express my feelings and creativity in a productive and beautiful manner that ensures success in my life.
Growing up was difficult, and I never felt confident, especially hearing and realizing from a young age that I truly had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, all I knew is that I loved writing and I loved doing art. During my junior year I started a
Life of a bubbleOut from among
and Mother Soap,
came forth something
so amazingly delicate,
it's a wonder how it stayed
the length it did.
Out of the two substances,
with a breath of life,
came a bubble.
The little orb
danced and twirled
in mid air,
going higher with every gust.
Such grace it had,
as if nothing mattered.
the delicate sphere
hovers a moment
before making its descend.
The ground coming fast upon it,
its fragile shell doesn't slow.
As it makes its last spin,
the rough surface of the floor
causes its thin skin
never to be seen again...
The Lord is my Sheppard...The Lord is my Sheppard...
What else do I need to know?
That he will not
Or forsake us.
That he will
Never leave our side.
He will give us
losing my religionyou're making me lose my faith
those who claim they believe
in the same God as me
He is all-loving, His son respected everyone
and that's how we're supposed to be
yet you judge so quickly
those who love someone of the same gender
those with different skin color
those who have different beliefs
when did you become so perfect?
you say you believe in the same God as me
Well it's about time you prove it
you're making me question my faith
you who say 'there is no God' or 'prove it'
over and over again
maybe I can't prove He exists
but can you prove He doesn't?
let everyone believe what they want
and respect those who respect you
i'm tired so let me be brokenshe's crying in the corner again
headphones blasting angry lyrics
to drown out everyone else around her
memories are flooding back
things hardly anyone understands
depression is such a monster
it clings to her like a leech
she's scared she'll never be rid of it
but she keeps up the fake smiles and laughter
because the facade is so much easier
she's watched so many she loves
be dropped into the ground
like the petals you pull off daisies
asking if he/she loves you or not
(how often has that answer been not?)
verbal scars still cling to her ears
and remain fresh in her mind
'go kill yourself!' 'you're worthless!'
taunting her day after day
no matter how hard she tries to bury them
she knows a lot of people have it much worse
some of them she talks to everyday
she hasn't been raped, beaten, starving
or suffered through any kind of disaster
but her pain is still there
but it's okay
her life is just dandy
(if you ask anyone else)
wishi wish the birds would swoop down
and pick me up in their wings
to take me right to you
i wish i could hold your hand
through anything and everything
even the eye of a hurricane
i wish i could look into your eyes
look deep enough to see them sparkle
brighter than any star or diamond
i wish i could kiss you
taste those lips so sweet
better than any honey
i wish i could hear your heartbeat
listen to its rhythm like a steady drum
slowly and peacefully lulling me to sleep
but no matter how hard i wish
stars can't make it come true
so i'll settle for meeting you in my dreams
Power Of LovePower Of Love
Just like flood in the clouds above
In humans power of love is hidden
That begins to fade with dawn
Both fragile and strong at the same time
And like an eternal torch
It burns within heart where it's welcome
Consumes its home but is never fed
Both fragile and strong at the same time
In humans power of love is hidden
Who's once felt the frost sting
He forever keeps looking for sweet pain
And believes in it from the start
Although every time it just brings disappointment
Time treats the wound bitterly
When there's vigil being held over memory
A short while is nourished with hope
Although every time it just brings disappointment
He forever keeps looking for sweet pain
Whisper of suns in roses red
Tells a story forever vivid
About a pair of eyes captivating
About nights wasted on desire
Oh, to be able to get lost in them until the end of time
There, where sweet wonders are born
A dreamy smile remained on the lips
About nights wasted on desire
It tells a story forever vivid
Daughter Of Ancient GodsDaughter Of Ancient Gods
I am a wishing well
Hiding dream's murkiest depths
Born of winter's pure breath
On drifter's wrinkled face
A mayfly's memory
Of warm June afternoons
Those will not ever come
Or vanished much too soon
I am a pearl in mud
A diamond in the dirt
The storm-clock ticking fast
A song you've never heard
High-priestess from the past
Caring for gods' delight
Vow quietly pronounced
In temple of the night
I am a raven's claw
Spirit you'll hardly tame
A Vestal warrior
Healing wounds with a flame
Silent dove's crying eye
Hurts me more than a sword
Stars, mist and foliage
Build my eternal fort
The CrusadeThe Crusade
Your fingertips imprinted
On plaster of my skin
Your curves upon mine tilted
About to commit sin
Room enveloped by darkness
Only your pale skin shines
As you cover my bareness
Arms become clinging vines
If my body is temple
Then may you be my priest
You, boy who's lips now tremble
Inside him roaring beast
So let your prayers tender
Now echo in my ears
To your sword I surrender
Quench thirst with virgin tears
Gathered in silken goblet
Yearn's my reason for crying
Get drunk with every droplet
Of boiling holy wine
I feel your pillars harden
Right after they touch ground
Exploring secret garden
For treasures to be found
Be careful with tongue drawing
An illegible map
Of pure snow that you're thawing
In country of my lap
That river harsh might drown you
Or make you hide in cave
Where warriors drop their armour
And master becomes slave
Freedom from love and lust.The sky now clouded and dark
An ominious tone to what lay ahead
Danger lumes in the path you embark
One wrong step and your heart is dead
Perilous escapades through loves bloodied shores
I want you near me for all of time
With you beside through the sky my heart soars
my love for you is my horrid crime
In lust and desire I wait for you
Heart pounding with a simple kiss
My love for you I know is true
But I cannot last like this
I love you but you feel not the same
You hide away from all I say
Love for you becomes my shame
I'll wait for you forever and a day
Yet still you run and break my heart
I miss you more then I would my life
You say good bye and tear me apart
I'll love you still as in my heart I place this knife
Laid to rest for all time
Without you I to life I was blind
Now I end lifes little ryhme
And in this way it's freedom I find.
The gate keeper.I am the gate keeper and soon you shall weep
I'll send you to hell in one single sweep
What reason have you to stand before me
Answer me wrong the end is all you will see
Beg for your life but mercy is dead
I am the gate keeper and I will have your head
Attack me at once or one at a time
To me is no difference as both are sublime
To pass by me you cannot be weak
The land beyond me is not for the meak
Leave here now return to your land
Or I will bury you beneath the cold sand
The gate keepers wrath is second to none
You'll plead for your death before I am done
Try as you might but I will not fall
I am the one who will always stand tall
My orders are set and my will is to strong
We begin our battle at the sound of the gong
Without you.Without you my heart isn't whole
Life without you has taken it's toll
Without you I can not sing
Without you I fly with one wing
Without I;m incomplete
Without you there's no simple feat
Without you I'm lost in world
Without you to darkness I'm hurled
Without you I can't dance
Without you I walk in a trance
Lonliness beckons to me at this time
For without you I can't even ryhme
I miss your touch and your taste so sweet
For without you I admit defeat
Your kiss so amazing and your love so grand
Life without you I simply can't stand
Without you I still must try
But without all I've done is cry
I'm at a loss for words to say
In a life without you I can not stay.
Without you I'm nothing, a shell of a man
Without you awaites a shortened life span
Without you I simply won't do
All the things I wanted to
Without you I unsure
For you always have been, my only cure.
The kiss of night.In still of night he comes to feed
Not of flesh it's blood he'll need
Raise your neck to invite his kiss
His power turns the pain to bliss
You were entranced by his lufull will
Now with his gift more blood will spill
In the night you both will fly
Filling the air with a lustfull cry
Deception and the power you hold
The power he gave and you grow more bold
Forgetting of what he had taught
No longer a gift but a curse he brought
Upon the world as you turn to beast
On their blood and screams you feast
He was happy to hide in night
Now you wish to spread our fright
More control of himself then you
Your hunger is greater he knew
He gave the kiss so you may fly
But now it seems you both will die
Your letting out what he would hide
In the darkness you now abide
It's become your will to drain their blood
And let fear wash over them like a flood
You've gone to far my lily so pure
Death it seems is your only cure.
I bind.To you my love my heart I bind
Pain in your lies is all I find
In the truth there is no freedom
The world of pain and desire shall be my kingdom
Decide this day why I should bind
To you now my heart and mind
You left me cold and out of trust
All you know is the burn of lust
I bind my love and all my will
To make my heart lay still
The ground below is where I sleep
For the day you left I still weep
I bind myself deaths own side
In the darkness of my mind is where I hide.
Don't hate me or wish me ill
I cannot help I love you still
I bind my life into your hands
Alone in madness in where this stands
I'm sorry.I'm sorry I couldn't be there
I'm sorry you could never care
I'm sorry that I still love you
I'm sorry you couldn't stay true
I'm sorry I feel this way
I'm sorry I died upon that day
I'm sorry that I wish you the best
I'm sorry you always put me to the test
I'm sorry I'm not perfect but wish to be
I'm sorry I still want you beside me
I'm sorry I died upon that day
I'm sorry my hearts now still and grey
I'm sorry the bullet calls my name
I'm sorry I'm always the one to blame
I'm sorry I want to die
Becuase I trusted in your lie
Remembering my Dad: On smoking and DeviantARTA few days ago my father had a birthday, except he was no longer around to celebrate it having been diagnosed with lung cancer earlier this year, then dying barely two and a half months later. Smoking of course kills nearly six million people each year. the equivalent of a Holocaust every year. A slow death to witness and one can only imagine a worse one to experience.
My father started smoking at the age of fourteen and made several attempts to stop, but did not get sufficient support from his friends and family to stick with it. I've seen it at the workplace where someone would try to quit and other smokers would pester him and offer him cigarettes until they gave up. Not every time though, I can think of several who persevered and now have a better chance at life. In my fathers case, though I didn't work with him at any time he tried to quit, I did see him make a pack with my brother to give up smoking for good.