O Teleftaios StratiotesΟ Τελευταίος ΣτρατιώτηςO Teleftaios Stratiotes3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Ο κόσμος είχε αλλάξει για πάντα.
Κι όμως, μετά απ'όλα αυτά,
οι δυο στρατηγοί
ο ένας απέναντι στον άλλον,
το ίδιο αλλαζονικά όπως πριν,
σαν να μην είχε συμβεί ποτέ
Freddy Fazbear's SongHere comes the one, The friend for everyone!Freddy Fazbear's Song21 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Please don't be late; Let's celebrate!
Clad in smiles with a bow hat and a tie;
He is every child's favorite guy!
Now that he's arrived today, let us say hooray!
Hooray, for Freddy Fah-zee-bear!
Ready to dine, he's your best friend and mine!
Let's sing a song; Sing all day long!
Clad in smiles with a bow hat and a tie;
He is every child's favorite guy!
Now that he has come to play; Let us sing hooray!
Hooray for Freddy Fah-zee-bear! Hooray!
9.12in a place where9.123 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
grow, i stole shadows
from a jar of
pen ink. the stars
me; i had to forgive
and with high eyes and a
fire-tongue, the kind you get from
smoking too many
came from the ground and
take them back– but
my fists grew
tight. i fought him like
hell; and he, too
has yet to
e.my therapiste.3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
asked me why i
love you, and
i was lost for
words– which doesn't often happen
to a writer– because i couldn't
the way you look
smile. it's something
that a hidden part of me lives
for; that one tooth
out of line, that
one dimple on the
of your face.
i couldn't tell her
how i often lie alone in a big bed and
miss the way you smell, the
way you b r e a t h e.
and, oh, i couldn't tell her
how i had never
wanted someone there
with me to
pull me out of the
dark– you taught me that someone
doesn't have to
understand your pain; they just
be there to try and
so i couldn't say
why– i just smiled and said that
it doesn't matter
why, because, for
once, i have fallen in love with a
from mother to son, from son to motheri rememberfrom mother to son, from son to mother1 day ago in Free Verse More Like This
when you were still
just a little boy
with shaggy hair
and knobby knees,
sipping on a
in the hot summer heat.
but looking at you now
with a cherry cigarette,
hanging off your mouth,
watching as a slag
slip you some x,
i feel like
Das Wasser des LebensIn einem verwunschenden KönigsanwesenDas Wasser des Lebens1 day ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Weit jenseits der Meere, am Rande der Zeit,
In welchem selbst Wunden zu Wundern genesen,
Da wartet das Ende von Elend und Leid.
Dort ruhen die Menschen in ewigen Träumen,
Von Mythen und Märchen, von Liebe und Glück,
Von wachsamen Helden, in schlummernden Räumen:
Sie bringen das Licht in die Seele zurück.
Und suchst du das höchste der hohen Gewässer,
Das Wasser, das Alter und Krankheiten nimmt,
Versuch dich als Träumer und Traumlandvermesser,
Die Hoffnung war stets für die Schwärmer bestimmt.
Doch kannst du nicht träumen, dann suchst du vergebens,
Das heilende, heilige Wasser des Lebens.
The Fight“You were out all night drinking again,”The Fight12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
were the first words I heard him say.
I placed my hand against wall and turned
away from his side of the bed as the room
began to spin. It was going to be this fight again.
“Why do you do this? You know you have to go
to work in the morning.” He wasn’t angry,
but the concern in his voice seemed even worse.
“I just want to have fun, am I not allowed to be happy?”
I said softly, balancing myself carefully as I made
my way to the closet. Kicking off my shoes I almost fell
backwards before flinging myself forward into the wall.
“How can this be fun?” He asked, genuinely unsure.
“It’s called being social.” I hissed back.
These few seconds of silence hung heavy
between us before I continued.
“I have friends, you know. People who want
to be around me and have me around
and go around and have fun.”
Writing the SermonLet’s break this scene up into beats:Writing the Sermon16 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
A man of God
A man of God busy writing
A man of God busy writing a sermon
A man of God busy writing a sermon that he knows he won’t give.
He stares at his notes on his laptop screen,
Sips his coffee at intervals
But can find no passion to imbue in his words.
He opens a concordance to find perspective
Some words of a theologian from which he might glean
A spark of inspiration –
Divine or otherwise –
So he might avoid simply venting his spleen.
It wasn’t their fault –
He knew that much to be true –
But they expected hallelujahs –
They expected “Holy! Holy!”s
None expected a lowly fill-in speaker
To berate the King of Kings.
Rage was all he had, though.
And why should he not?
The words of his mother from childhood recalled
Ran through his mind in answer:
“You never shall know the extent of your love
Until you watch it die.”
Is that the reason – then – that He did
the archerI hold her full weight in my left handthe archer17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
sleek and sexy steel curves and cables,
cool and solid and built
for hands like mine to wield
feeling the war cry within
as I nock an arrow and draw back
with a long, slow inhale.
Focus, girl. Focus.
Quiet the 'no' voices.
Let the shit go.
Bend the left, release the right
and feel her carry herself forward
on sweet momentum as the arrow flies
and the solid THUMP of the target
impaled by that arrow
is a victory song.
Yet Another...Don't be another one...Yet Another...4 hours ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
By Mark Francis Williams - 12/09/2014
Awkward Underwater RelationsShe does a crab danceAwkward Underwater Relations3 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
while looking at those who swim
hoping that someone will understand
(no one usually does)
my realityThe base of my human existencemy reality10 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
has been something close to nothing.
There is no meaning to life.
The stars do not shine for me.
They never have, and they never will
I used to wonder if that was a symptom,
If I was the definition of depression.
However, there is something beating in my chest.
Something flowing through my veins.
Judgments cannot scar me,
This flesh is too soft.
I will live for the purpose of living,
And smirk contently.
This is my reality.
happy b-day pastel-katyou are fun to talk to, a great friend too. you are always kind to me, that is clear to see. you are honest, of all the qualities in a friend, that's one of the best. you let me know how it is. you became my friend, a great friend who I hope to have till the end. you are cool, and your own person, you are nobodys fool. in the end your not just an ordinary friend to me, I can see your a friend that's true. happy birthday!!!!!!!!!happy b-day pastel-kat18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
WendieWendie22 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn’t mean to run…
But Your words hurt.
Maybe you didn’t mean them like that, but I’ve run for so long.
I felt maybe you had tired of me too.
I felt cold and alone.
I may not of seen where I was headed.
But I felt the hard ground upon my knees as I fell.
Before I knew it I was caged.
But hadn’t I been so long before that?
Even if by fears and my differences.
Somehow it all seems worse now.
Even if I all can see is darkness right now.
I can hear everything.
I can hear the scraps of boots and the screams in the distance.
They aren’t yours are they?
I know you said your different but surely they couldn’t hurt you.
Yes your brash, but they can see the kindness beneath that.
The same thing that made you take me in…Right?
But all I can hear is the blood curdling pitch of someone in pain.
Soon they stop to whimpers of regret.
Is that me your regret?
Please not you too…
Whispers that seem to soothe only rip larger holes into me.
Overwhelmred orange yellow green blue indigo violetOverwhelm18 minutes ago in Free Verse More Like This
arrange group classify catalog systematize
plastic wood plastic wood wood
colored plain colored plain colored
two blue nine blue red red red green yellow
twist turn push pull arrange explain
color color color
arrange by group
systematize by color
After School SpecialClicking, clanking dishes, steaming in the sinkAfter School Special1 hour ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sprayed clean, scrubbed down, left to dry.
Chatter, voices hushed and bellowing,
Fills his ears as he focuses on the teacher’s “Why?”
Written down on the page, sipping from his drink
To buy some time while he tries, tries to think.
Questions more complex than they ever used to be
They were easy once upon a time; the A’s as good as free
The answers coming to him with ease and simplicity.
Now there’s a thesis on Thursday and a test Tuesday
And both are weighed down with a ton of context
That must be unwound, like a surgeon who dissects
To remove a life-saving organ to keep the disease at bay.
It would be easier, I suppose, if he could focus.
If he was motivated from a more interior locus.
A rustle of paper, a tap of a pen; tick-click, click-tick,
Shift in the chair with clear discomfort; starts to pick
At a piece of peeling polish on the hardwood surface
That attracts his attention and gives him a purp
at a gameThe sun beat down so hot that day at the game. A game I’d never went to see.at a game12 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
My grandpa smiled to me and talked about the players. Too bad I wasn’t there.
I drank that bottle of water so fast. My throat back up north never knew.
The drive back was so slow and quiet. Two more hours I spent with you.
A different choice a different day.
If I’d left or if I’d stayed.
The sun still burned anyway.
The Cosmogonic Summary of MatyeraGod slept and dreamed His dreamThe Cosmogonic Summary of Matyera5 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
And so Cosmos rose from Abyss
From Him and yet part of Him
Came Lalmagra the Great Soul
Lalmagra, who is the Great Mother
God dreams; Mother makes real.
From them came the Enchele-gods
From them came the pritu-spirits.
And so life, shaped by the gods,
Arose from the crashing waves.
It obeyed the ever-turning cycles
Set in place by the younger gods
God dreams, Lalmagra makes real
The gods give order and structure
And the pirits give the breath.
After many ever-turning cycles
Mankind was born of the world
The Fermengs, clever and proud.
They fashioned weapons of stone
And killed all of the great beasts.
Starvation came and killed so many
That the Fermengs begged forgiveness.
Lalmagra came to the Fermengs and said:
“You say we punish you Fermengs,
But we did not raise our hands at you
You raised your hands and so you struck
Against your very selves, even your children
For you are not separate from the beasts you Hyunt.
You are separate from nothing, n
Lucah Mercel's Song There was once a Knight in Shining ArmorLucah Mercel's Song16 hours ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Rescuing his King and Fair Ruler
Time after time and again and again
Never to disobey and or lead his King astray
I shall always stay by his side even if it means my life shall be thrown away
As long as your safety is guaranteed I know that you'll be okay
I shall be by your side serving you time after time
To know you'll be safe again and again
Cello StringsRosin stained fingertipsCello Strings17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Pluck against a silver cord
Vibrations echoing through the wood
That presses against a thigh
The imprints from strings
Lie on your hands
And ears ringing
With the luscious waves
Of A minor
An arched back and raised elbow
Create a perfect harmony
As the horse’s hair glide across a wooden bridge
A path that is smaller than the ones that lie
In the silver pasture
That comes with silver cords that echo
Leaving that comforting ring
Of A minor
With a simple mix
A coin of with the sides misery and joy
Can be flipped and be altered
As the doors are opened
To a gateway of passion
A world of creativity
With a simple pluck of a cord
You can leave the world around you
With ears ringing
With the sound
Of A minor
coming homeAs the trees sway above mecoming home17 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
above the damp, sun dappled ground
as the smells of leaf and wood rot
and something wild rise up to caress
my sense of smell
my heart swells
for here, beneath the trees
and the blue, open sky
I feel like I've come home.
The Old HouseThe crooked, crackling, crumbling abodeThe Old House18 hours ago in Free Verse More Like This
Beckoned quietly, dangerously, slyly
To my friend and I as we sloshed along the road.
He turned to me, and with a grin
He said, "Come, it's wet and cold in this mud.
Let's go and dry our hair and clothes and skin."
I hesitated, but with no true fear,
I agreed and followed up the hill
Across the rugged rocks and cliffs so sheer.
Peals of thunder and the patter of rain
Accompanied our trip across the doleful,
Somber, damp, and rough terrain.
The place had a presence of its own,
And it shifted loudly, slowly in
The wind with a dreadful, deadly, sorrowful moan.
The door creaked open, for it was no fortress.
After all, who would live in a horrible,
Noisy, sickening, ululating place like this?
In the den there was a painting,
A portrait of a feeble old man
Who wore a coat, a hat, and a little silver ring.
We ventured to the kitchen, which emitted an unusual noise,
But all we found when we arrived in there
Were two shaken little boys.
Acting brave, my f