Betelgeuse's HistoryBetelgeuse's History8 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Betelgeuse - named so by his father, who came to love him dearly. This male wolf was born to a litter of six Mexican wolf puppies- four males, and two females. As male pups do, the five aspiring warriors were always roughhousing with each other, playing and building their strength to become noble warriors, as their dear father was. The surviving six were named Pleiades, Canopus, Arcturus, Capella, Mimosa, and of course, our little Betelgeuse.
During the first months of their lives, all seemed well. Pleiades and Betelgeuse were quickly noted as the strongest of the pups, and were often competing to see who was the 'strongest' out of the two. Canopus quickly won his way into the alpha's heart as the most outgoing and comical of the litter, Capella was soon left alone to groom herself day and night, and Mimosa was dubbed the wonderful title of "mommy's girl" at this young age. Arcturus, however, did not have a distinct trait, other than his tendency to stray away from the loude
Sweet and Sour Groundhog PoemSweet and Sour Groundhog Poem7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Hay ciudades en la luna,
Yo las vi todas,
Había pequeños elevadores que asustaban marmotas,
tan agridulces marmotas,
¡OH QUE AGRIDULCES!
Becoming and Ending of WingsYou once told me that I was your angel.Becoming and Ending of Wings5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You promised me that you would paint wings on my bareback.
And when I asked worryingly But what happens when I go down the isle?
You told me Youll finally be my angel.
When I fell in love with you, your love gave me wings.
And when you left me, God and his bloodthirsty angels ripped them off slowly,
Feather by feather.
I always sit and ponder,
Wondering things like Should I tattoo wings on my back?
And then I realize no.
My wings are broken.
I feel like a fallen angle sometimes.
You once thought I was beautiful,
Until you cast me out from your loving heaven.
How can you expect me to fly?
When you ripped my wings off,
Leaving nothing but scars and bloodstains.
Someone once told me It is better to feel love and lose it than never feel love at all.
But I cannot agree with that philosophy.
Because my heart continues to ache for the love that I once felt
All I Do...All I do,All I Do...5 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
is disappoint you.
All I do,
is anger you.
I try to cheer you up,
but all I do is make you
I try my best,but it never works.
All I ask for,
is that you be appreciative,
for all I do...
You Showed Me Where I BelongAm i in a daze,You Showed Me Where I Belong5 years ago in Open More Like This
If i am,
Please don't wake me,
From this life.
I'm fading out,
All has faded within,
Now your by my side,
Now every thing's fine.
You found me,
When no one else was looking,
How did you know where i would be,
You still haven't left me.
You broke through,
All of my confusion,
Through all the good and the bad,
Your still here with me.
I was fading,
My life almost gone,
Till you came along,
And showed me where i belong.
The Water NymphShe whispered to meThe Water Nymph6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Through the trickles of the stream
Her cries intertwined
with the pounding of the waterfall
Lulled me to sleep
with the rolling caress of the waves
As I lay restless upon the shore
Kissed me with spring
As it blessed my parched lips
And quenched my thirst with life
Her lure took me away to the sea
and drew my soul to her bosom
"Never leave me..." she begged me...
ChoiceHe came from the south carrying 2 keysChoice5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
One of burnished, gleaming gold
and the other of jaded green
He rode to the spot where she had been
rode right up and said to her
To you, this spot means it all,
everything will exist again
if you but stay here,
but you cannot--
A choice has to be made, he said, extending the keys
The key of gold will carry you forward
to what your life has left unseen
and the love your heart secretly yearns
however, taking this key
means you can never return
The key of jaded green will chain you
to unending days of grief
and turn your heart cold as stone
winter will set upon you
leaving you forever alone
She considered the choices
and thought of the disparate lives
the keys symbolized
and now only the key of jaded green remains
BreatheI know that you can sense meBreathe5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
feel my breath upon your cheek
So spiritually engulfing
sending shivers that make you weak
Breathe in my scent and savor
what there is for me to give
A compelling and so gentle love
to give purpose for you to live
See my love that is transparent
with substance true and bold
A flutter of anticipation
a steady hand to hold
We can live a complete lifetime
and never know or see
Togetherness of such magnitude
our passion to set free
To give oneself in abandon
with not asking in return
We search for what is in front of us
so often what we yearn
See me as I stand before you
my heart an open book
With promise of completeness
in each and every look
recopilacion oniricarecopilacion onirica6 years ago in Other More Like This
Sueño con un mundo devastado
. con el fin caótico de todo principio
con Madonna y María Sharapova juntas en una tina espumosa de cobre martillado
sueño con el futuro que nunca llega
. y con el pasado que olvido
sueño que resucito sin haber muerto y que me muero sin haber vivido
sueño con un águila que desciende postrada y un cuervo que pica su nuca desvalida
sueño con la muerte de alguien que soy yo mientras lo contemplo
sueño que él vuelve y nada ha pasado
. comemos bebemos nos emborrachamos
Sueño que siento y siento s
Who am I?In a time before man, in a time before reason I was born.Who am I?6 years ago in Philosophical More Like This
In a time before you, in a time before me, I was born.
Into this world, I was born of sorrow and darkness.
Yet I hold the key to your every wish, your every life.
I dwell in the grove, in the darkness of the night.
Also know that I am older then Lilith and Adam, and the god who gave them life.
Some know me as the Grove Keeper, Some as the Grim Reaper.
In my existence I have owned the rich of the world.
No matter what god you know, no matter what gods you fear.
The fates of all men pass through my hands.
The one day you call upon me may be your last.
yo soy cupidoYo soy cupido, el angel que da amor.yo soy cupido5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
perdi la esperanza hace mucho tiempo
en busca del amor
quien lo doy
más no lo merece
es un sentimiento tan bello, que me fue consedido
pero tengo la maldicion
de aquel quien me enamore no se fije en mi
que cruel eres conmigo
o sera que cuando te doy una rosa
tu me ves como un mounstro
que parece hambriento
¿alcaso sera de amor
o de carne?
la maldición ha hablado
por eso el corazón te entregare
y le dare a muchas personas
¡para! ya no lo quiero
más ya no lo quiero sentir
me haces sufrir
tomalo con tu boca
llevatelo en tus recuerdos
robatelo sin permiso
pero ya no me hagas sentir
quiero ser ese dios que me castigo así
no sintio pena por mi?
la maldición sera mia
por lo menos con eso me conformare
mis labios y los tullos jamas tocare
"lastima" sientan por mi
lagrimas no saldran de mi
observare el amor
te lo dare para que ames a otra persona
mas un a
La leyenda del cenzontle...La leyenda del cenzontle y el quetzal.La leyenda del cenzontle...6 years ago in Children and Teen More Like This
Existía una vez un enorme bosque lleno de vida y color, a donde quiera que voltearas encontrarías cientos de árboles verdes de distintos tamaños, algunos eran tan altos que muchas veces parecían devorar el azul cielo entre sus verdes y carnosas hojas, otros se vestían de pintorescas flores de cualquier color que pudiera ser imaginado y sus aromas eran tan dulces y embriagantes como sabrosa era la miel que las abejas fabricaban con su polen.
A través de este hermoso bosque corría un cristalino río cuyo correr de las aguas susurraba entre los troncos de los árboles y se expandía por todo el maravilloso bosque. Y como era de esperarse, habitaban en ese pequeño trozo de edén numerosos animales de todos los reinos. Habitaba el gato salvaje, cuyo siesta vespertina nunca se perdía; habitaba la ardilla laboriosa, quien siempre procuraba levantarse muy temprano para recoger la
blistered feetwhy are your feet so blistered?blistered feet7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
daddy went ahead of me,
trying to keep up with him
but I didn't know which way to go
and no one would tell me
where he's gone.
but why is your face bruised?
I did something bad
(though I don't know what)
so the big man
-the one with the mean face
then why are your ears bloody?
the mean man
wanted my earrings
for his daughter
if he had asked,
I would have given them to him
but he just
yanked them out of my ears.
but do you mind telling me,
(no one else will)
where my daddy is?
I miss him
and I'm so thirsty
uncle has yet to bring us water.
Ali Asghars NightWe sat there, us womenAli Asghars Night7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
lined around the room, meeting in the center
The black surrounding us
The tears drowning us
Our souls, crushed
We could hear the men
Beating their chests
We followed, us women
Our tears beating our cheeks.
Then it started
(from the left, the right?)
it didnt matter.
We all began
It hit us like a plague
We couldn't breath
(there was no time to in-hale)
You could hear our vocal cords
As we sacrificed our hearts
For Husseins great sacrifce
Keeper of my SoulWho is the Guardian of my soul?Keeper of my Soul4 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
I lay trembling.
My knees under my chin, in a fetal position, trying to feel the security of the womb.
We all revert back to when we have felt our safest, be it with clear mind or unconsciously.
My skin takes on the pallor of the dead, tinged with regret and the unmistakable feeling of loneliness.
So many moments have passed in my life and I still feel that they could of been played so much better.
My red-rimmed eyes hold such sadness and the evidence of dark nights of no sleep, too many tears and a longing look of where I should be.
A breath so deep it catches my heart.
I can feel it beat so fast and yet I do not feel alive.
I am cold.
Outside the sun is shining but inside my soul it is dark and holds no warmth.
Yet I burn.
Every fibre of my being has the heat of a thousand embers but I am still cold.
This time I forget to exhale and pray for the unconscious to take me to a place of peace and lay me down
As I RestAs I Rest4 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I saw life today
Painted midst a picture of a child at play
Worn photographs with frayed edges,
dotted with tears of memories never forgotten
Solitary slumber with hands clasp tightly,
in semblance of blasphemous prayer
Momentary madness that creeps as silently,
as a stalking stranger will mimic its prey
I saw acceptance today
Shrouded amongst days lost within a fragility
that only our mind can comprehend
Placing the past where it belongs,
amongst memory boxes and tattered dreams
Loneliness so encumbering, as to take the breath
from one's soul, and place it within a sigh
I saw death today
Standing over a body wasted with time,
so riddled with hope, but lined with courage
Faded shadows of loved ones, stifling
and yet overpowering the air they breathe
Tears as warm as summer rain falling on
weathered skin, leaving indentations of love
I slip within these dreams of mine, and place
them in my heart
I share with you these dreams of mine, so we
will never part
I will keep with me these dream
Time To Heal..Time To Heal..4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I didn't think I was beautiful
No-one ever told me
and once they did
I never believed them.
My mind held me captive
in a place of denial.
Wanting to believe
but being afraid too.
A terrible place to be,
filled with insecurities
As I grew older,
my outside beauty faded
and my inner beauty shone,
but left me with many regrets
and precious moments lost.
Walking me backwards,
instead of forwards
My mind in a tangled mess
of what-ifs and maybe's.
A clouded sensation of
living, but being dead as well
So here I am stuck in today,
hoping for a better tomorrow
and wishing for my yesterdays.
I will not cry for I am strong,
yet too weak to move on.
To see the real me
and love myself for who I am.
Not for what the mirror shows
but what my heart should know..
dying stars.dear you,dying stars.5 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
I know that the days are growing longer but the nights are growing colder, and I can see the shadows beneath your eyes. your skin is blemished and no matter how still you are, I see the technicolour wheels swirling behind your too-drowsy lids, brain working overtime, lips refusing to spill words of need and doubt. your breath falters more each day, dropping slowly like rain on an empty sidewalk, and I wonder if Im the only one who knows its there.
I watch you slip further down the drain.
I long to make you believe that I understand, that I get it. I was there too. I was there in the world of afterthoughts and ice-cold looks, where friends are just blood and bones, blood and bones. Ive lived where one day, your universe slips into night and you never seem to wake up, darkness embracing your arms, licking your fingertips. where youre just one star, about to combust.
did you know, that when stars die, it takes hundreds of year
Sacramento Cheerio MassacreThe cheerios sat somberly in darkness surrounded by cardboard walls; their prison an impenetrable, recyclable fortress. They only lie awake, for they can not sleep. They remain silenced, for they have neither mouths, nor lips, nor tongues to speak with. All they can do is wait.Sacramento Cheerio Massacre5 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
But for what? A skyline they have never seen? An ocean's swelling tide? How can they miss what they have yet to experience? These desolate questions stay unanswered. All they can wait for is for their shelf-life to expire and the cruel fate of becoming stale.
A sudden stirring of their penitentiary startled the small 'O's, forcing out thoughts of hopelessness and despair, being replaced by anxiety and fear. A horrible shake rattled them all about, separating husbands from wives, children from their mothers, and so on. Attempted screams from the molded grain remained unheard. Then, a bright light appeared above them, only to be blocked by a shadowed shape.
The shape pulled back, yet they were still ter
heart brokenIn my dreamsheart broken10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
It was me in your arms
My lips on yours
There was only us
And the clouds
And the stars
It was the world and us
It was us against the world
But in your arms I could take it
Anything the world dished out
And with your kisses I was strong again
In my dreams it was me in your arms
My lips on yours
But in reality
It's always been her
DownfallDownfall7 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si