cold. winter wakes to caw –cold. 8 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
reverberates in slip-steps
a little world frozen grey.
A Hundred WingsIt floats in the arms of the winds.A Hundred Wings10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Inconsistency is it's only constant
and lack thereof is it's only
concept of true love.
It has been shaken loose from its stem
and thrown into the gusts with no preparation
save tiny fragile wings with which
to make its way.
There were a hundred at the start.
One crushed in the ripping from its home.
Another faltered in the harsh wind.
The next shattered against a fellow seed.
Ninety-six more tiny wings stole
from their sockets in the chaos.
It burrowed itself into the muck
of the spring rains
and clutched tightly to the one
fragile wing which shone with
some unearthly glimmer in the sun.
The little seed shivered beneath the lifeless
life-giving mud. The sun
crept black in the hidden sky.
But it pulled ever closer
the tiny wing and drew strength
from the crushing weight around it.
It felt itself breach the surface
and in a moment the drizzle had swallowed it
deeper into the muck.
It crawled, its cracked shell falling behind.
It felt its tend
SenseDarkness stalks with impassioned gazeSense6 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Coaxing sense, in sensuous haze
Undressing night, its shadow plays
Along shoreline curves, provoking waves
FruitColorBlueCarrot RedBlueGreenFruitColor5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Yellow BlueYellow RedBlue
Spring As for spring comes,Spring 3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
The flowers start to bloom.
For the trees filled with
For the skies filled with orange, red and yellow colors that spread out our view.
With the sun shining through our hearts, to bloom like an
open handed rose.
As the gardens start to fill with flowers, as the people come to witness the beauty, the shine and warmth of the sun, the time had come for spring to rise, so the peoples hearts can shine as brightly as the morning sun of spring.
Ocean SongIf I was an ocean tideOcean Song22 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Would I throw myself to the wind
Pushing sea shells to shore
And receding back again
Would I taste the bitter salt
Of a passing ocean breeze
Clouds drifting over
Waving palm tree leaves
Would I dance to the pull
Of a distant waning moon
Crash against the rocks
Built beside cascading sandy dunes
Would I gaze at blue skies
Waiting for the rain to come
Returning every drop
Evaporated from the sun
Would I dream of soft white beaches
Reaching to feel their calm
Destined to remain in motion
Forever rising just to fall
And would I want to sing
My endless ocean song
Voiceless but a whisper
Of the waves rolling on and on
None Of This Is RightI spent the first night in a cold, bright room. Everything was white.None Of This Is Right1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
I bounded through the snow, following my pack as we played. The deep drifts were welcome, snow soon covering my thick, grey fur. The day was bright, the light filtering through the towering pine trees. It never melted the snow, though. Everything was soft and beautiful. Everything felt right.
This was how it was meant to be.
The second night felt horrible. I was used to pain, I didn’t care, but now I couldn’t find the source. Nothing had caused it, nothing normal. Just blackness and sleep and waking up with it.
I lay curled in the snow, not bothered by the cold in the least. The night sky was a pelt of stars, woven in with the silvery moon. The wind brought the creak of pine boughs and the scents of the forest. I felt the rush of life, the calm knowledge like fresh air.
Countless nights of pain. Terror, confusion, horror. It’s trapped inside. I feel it trapped inside, I want to run. I want to feel t
Machina Model Z 666 (Part 1/2)Machina Model Z 666Machina Model Z 666 (Part 1/2)11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Current time: 4:26 AM 23rd December. Year: 2394. Region: Unknown.
Current state: Deactivated
Main Generator: Offline
Engage Battery Power: False
All systems: Offline
Main Generator activation is jammed.
Resort to Battery Power: True
All systems: Inactive
Optical receptors: Jammed
Sound Wave Sensors: Jammed
Attempt Unjamming Protocol: True
Insufficient Battery to sustain all receptors.
Optical Receptors: Offline
Sound Wave Sensors: Online
"-Z 666 will work?" Source Unknown.
"Affirmative. Just get him to where he needs to be. The A.I'll take care of the rest." Source Unknown.
"Okay but what about-" Source Unknown.
"Hey! He unjammed his Receptors!" Source Unknown.
"Pull the A.I cable. That oughtta stop him. Make sure you erase the file, too." Source Unknown.
"Affrimative, Sir." Source Unknown.
Warning! Back Panel Breached.
Sending distress signal.
Renga Tree - following distanceno traffic jamRenga Tree - following distance20 minutes ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
UntitledUPROARIOUS SILENCEUntitled6 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I think to myself.
says the snake.
the snake says.
rushes the snake.
-Who are you?-
I ask outloud.
the snake answers.
Clinging and sliding
on the branch above me,
finally reaching the peek,
she hangs herself on it,
forms a letter „J“.
as the echo of silence
the lion in me.
says the sanke.
with a sting of noise,
my voice thunders.
Flattening the body,
pulling the stomach in,
her ribcage widens,
she forms a letter „C“
and casts away
in waves of an „S“.
An angelic feather falls,
silky on my hand.
I dip the tip
and draw a bird,
on to the branch
that is my arm,
seizing the current
of fresh air,
to take flight
into the light.
Inner voice breaks free
and roars in me:
the shades of sounds!
FEEL the colors
of where the blue birds fly.
EMBRACE the d
-Waxing crescent-sipping tea-Waxing crescent-22 hours ago in Haiku & Eastern More Like This
watching the stars
BlizzardIn the soft gray of winter hang swirling snowflakes;Blizzard20 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A sheer veil of silver make the twirling snowflakes.
Quietly, softly, the voices of winter call;
Gentle are the murmurs of the purling snowflakes.
Frozen, the world is wrapped in the chill of winter;
Enveloped in the blanket of furling snowflakes.
Harshly the winds are whipping and howling;
Throwing about the dozens of whirling snowflakes.
Within the winter ballet Eva walks speechless;
Enthralled by the beauty of the hurling snowflakes.
Sina tiedat kenelle 2Aina metsässä samotessaniSina tiedat kenelle 24 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
sinä muistut mieleeni
kuinka mukavaa olisikaan
kulkea kanssasi täällä
kävellä, juosta ja loikkia
yli kivien ja juurakoiden
seassa maatuneiden lehtien
hypellä kuin iloinen varsa
nostaa kädet ylös ja tanssia
nymfien ja peikonpoikien kanssa.
Poimisin sinulle kukan,
yrittäisin turhaan punoa
Voisimme yrittää yhdessä.
keräisimme kukkia sylin täydeltä,
seuraisimme oravien kiihkeää leikkiä
ja ihmettelisimme maailman kauneutta.
Hiljaa, ihan hiljaa me olisimme
sinun kanssasi sanoja ei tarvita,
niitä ei löydy,
niitä ei ole
eikä onneksi tarvitsekaan.
Puristaisin kättäsi tiukemmin,
se kertoisi kaiken.
Ehkä tunnemme toisemme kaukaisuudesta...
”Tule minun kanssani”,
kuiskaan ja me
kuljemme metsän läpi oksia väi
The WolfA starlit skyThe Wolf8 hours ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A pale white glow
An owl's cry
Moonlight on snow.
A flowing stream
A grove of trees
A restless dream
Drifts on the breeze.
A few claw marks
Upon the ground
Left in the dark
Without a sound.
The scent of fear
A pounding heart
The prey draws near
-Now the hunt starts.
WaterRiverTreeFlowerGrass FallAutumn SandDesert.WaterRiverTree5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
WaterBeach FishWater SharkLaser!
Machina Model Z 666 (Part 2/2)Chapter 6: The embarkment.Machina Model Z 666 (Part 2/2)11 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
"What do you mean... 'used to?'" Skaur asked, groaning slightly. He was still tired.
"Well... you used to... organic."
"Oh... yeah... sorry. I'm still an insignificant waste."
"You're not insignificant! Stop calling yourself that! We've come so far and we're only going to get to the bottom of this!" She exclaimed, throwing her head back onto hammock in disgust.
He was to tired to reply. He just decided to sleep. After all, it would be a long trip.
The next day, he woke up a few minutes after Amber did. She was roasting a large Rattata over the fire.
"Did it crawl in your hair, last night?" He asked, laughing.
"...yes. It'll make a good breakfast." She replied, giggling.
He made sure that the raft was sturdy and put the food they'd need on board. He also brought his hammock material for a sleeping mat. He didn't know how long the journey would be.
They set off that morning, taking it in turns to row. It would be a long, hard journey. The raft would shake madly