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Ever ChangingLike the weatherEver Changing5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Ever changing
With the minutes
I’m erasing
Bits and pieces
Of my casings
‘Til there’s nothing
Of the same things
A vita Y Musica Chapter One IntroA vita Y Musica Chapter One5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
New York is rarely a quite city, but on this night an unnatural silence had overtaken the Big Apple. It was as if the entire city were holding its breath, waiting in anticipation for something monumentous to occur. Aside from the wind softly tickling the grass with its invisible fingers, not a sound penetr
55-Word Slices of Crazy“The secret to truly strong, manageable hair?” He whispered, shaking out his tresses like a girl in an Herbal Essence commercial. “Is to lather, rinse, repeat,” he slowly coiled the garrote, his ponytail, around my paralyzed neck. Pulled.55-Word Slices of Crazy5 years ago in Humor More Like This
“Then it’s strong enough for things like… this.” Dizzy. My world began to fade. “Always, always repeat…”
The emaciated, wild-haired figure with lay in a straitjacket-induced fetal position. Raised his head with an animalistic grunt as the door grated open; a kind yellow face peered inside.
“All right, Animal, medication time.” Dr. Honeydew
Sonata of the Morrigan ISonata of the Morrigan I5 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"'Never turn down a challenge, never look back, and never give away your name.' These, as I was told by my mother long ago, were the only words my father had for me. Wherever he is, whoever he is, I'm sure he's disappointed. Elle is here for me though, and she calls me Scíath, her little shield. She tells me I protect her from the real world, save her from insanity, even. Strangely enough, though, whenever she calls me that, even if only for a fleeting instant, I feel like I have a real name. Six years ago, I lost it, lost my name, and I'm sure the time I've spent in this rank pit is a repercussion of violating that geis my father place
Virza Round OneThe cold.Virza Round One5 years ago in Horror More Like This
Stanley Soak had always hated the cold. This was in part because his body, unnaturally kept alive by all manner of conditioning and genetic doping for 34 years, had to stay hot to stay alive. If his body temperature dropped below 90º F, his brain would die, Nature would take back its turf, and he would become a corpse.
The cold was an itching, burning, nauseating, stiffening sensation. The cold was the enemy. The cold blinded, stole your hearing, the feeling in your fingertips, the movement of the blood. Stanley Soak hated the cold.
Stanley Soak could feel the cold of the metal of the floor of the truck's storage cell on t
sunshine.There is so much more light in this place when you are here. Without you, it is such a shell, a meagre, lifeless emptiness. Perhaps heavy curtains might cosy it up, but it seems doubtful. With only me inside, it is much too expansive, much too sterile. This room is our place, our time. It is where we sleep, eat and play our stupid games – board with our minds, or mind because we’re bored. This is where we are sober, our hidey-hole for sensibility or recovery, in either order. Some days, some leave prematurely – best are the times when we steal another hour. Between parties and shopping and necessary journeys and school and ifssunshine.5 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Beware of the WoodsA long time ago, in a place far awayBeware of the Woods5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A child in a meadow was busy at play
Her mother was hanging out washing nearby
When suddenly came a small voice from the sky
‘Hello little girl.’ The tiny voice called
‘What are you playing here all alone for?
Sat in a field so far from your home –
You should be playing with friends of your own.’
The girl looked around for the voice in surprise
And couldn’t believe her emerald eyes
When, sitting on top of a flower by her side
She spotted a fairy, its wings open wide
‘Isn’t it lonely playing on your own?’
The fairy inquired. ‘Come with me to my
the mouth.You’re trapped, begging freedom, as youthe mouth.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cling to your cage. You’re looking for
Answers but you won’t break away.
Bend the cover of that
Book you're judging, break
A heart too far past
Loving. A drunken slur, from a
Lipsticked mouth, a broken compass
Going NORTH EAST SOUTH.
Baby, where did you hide west?
You’re losing all direction without
Any glimpse of meaning, desperately,
Pathetically, just clinging to the
Feeling of something warm and solid
In your arms, something that can keep
You out of harm's way, some reason to stay
With us, right here, right now.
You’re much less likely than I thought,
Mu
Song of SlayingOhhh yeaaahhhhh.Song of Slaying4 years ago in Songs & Lyrics More Like This
Now listen up bitches, I got this new song goin' on now. This one goes out to all the wonderful ladies.
Heheh, not really. This one's for Shane.
Riiiiiightttt…
So once this was this dude,
(not a sexy dude at all)
And he thought he was somethin' else,
(he was something all right)
I told the punk,
("you're a punk)
Why you always tryin'
(like a creeper)
To give me advice on women,
(poor wimmins)
When you ain't never had one of your own?
(no chick friends)
Well he didn't like that so much,
(I think he cried)
So he started,
(yes he started)
A REIGN OF TERROR
(terrifying terror)
A REIGN! OF! TERRORRR!
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This Sectrum of Life This spectrum of life is colorful. I almost think it’s too colorful. You say yours has special colors. Lively green and eggshell white. You tell me you see imperial violet and crimson red and pig pink. Your spectrum is awesome; I can tell because when you’re by yourself you’re staring off into space, and a smile creeps over your lips. I guess that’s why your eyes are always sparkling, flecks of rainbow light littering your baby-blue eyes.This Sectrum of Life4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your spectrum of life casts a rainbow glow over everything you look at. Apparently I’m canary yellow, and my eyes are deep ultra blue. But when I look down at my
The Creation of the Universe..THE CREATION OF THE UNIVERSE AND THE RISE OF CHUCK NORRISThe Creation of the Universe..5 years ago in Humor More Like This
(Bob Barker Version)
In the year Infinity B.C., the omnipotent god of the not-yet-existing Universe, Jim the computer guy from Tech Department, felt ridiculously bored. There was nothing at that point in time after all. So, he with his omnipotent power created a being equal in power and awesomeness to himself. He called him Chuck Norris. Chuck was equivalently powerful to Jim.
One day, Jim noticed that Chuck was beating him at a large plethora of things. Jim started to get jealous. So, Jim challenged Chuck to a game of Tic-Tac-Toe. You see in the history of the Universe of
star child revised 1[12:02 A.M January 26th, 1990]star child revised 15 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
The soft, slightly protestant cry echoed off of the white walls, and the various furnishings inside of the room used it to make it more ‘homely’, after 8 hours, it was finally finished.
This was the end of it; they both knew that, down to the very last piece of paperwork that listed the cause to be ‘irreconcilable differences’.
His duty was completed, now the child that had been born but a few moments earlier would grow up, none the wiser to their …problems.
“She’s beautiful” the mother said quietly, cradling the small, healthy, and surprisingly quiet child in her
It Seems Like I Should SayI. It seems like I should say…It Seems Like I Should Say5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Hello. How are you? I’m fine.
How have you been on your tightrope-walk between the stars?
On your trudge through a Wonderland I can't see?
Did you wander too close to the sun?
II. It seems like I should ask if you’re older and wiser
Are the lines standing out on your face, and the veins on your hands?
Would you greet me with a kiss, or kill me for the methedrine under my fingernails?
III. It’s a sort of flighty, flickering magnetism or tightening in the chest and fingers
Some kind of heart blockage or buildup of static electricity that releases and ZZ-ZZ-ZZAAPP!’s at odd momen
Keep trying.What went wrong?Keep trying.5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
After so many sunny afternoons,
Laughing the day away
Our worries floating away with the wind
Even though I cannot see,
You have shown me things I would not have thought of
You keep telling me,
“Stars are beautiful, I’ll show you one day”
Keep trying,
Keep trying,
You told me
I always believed that there is no such thing as beauty
But I was proven wrong
No matter how hopeless,
How long the road is,
I kept walking
For you
And the beauty in my sky
I am here now,
But where are you?
second voiceSecond voicesecond voice5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I have a second voice
A voice that speaks in dreams
A voice that talks in urges
A voice released in surges
A calculating mind of subconscious will
A mind unleashed in time of need
A mind that knows and understands all
A mind never left still
A mind that leaves me naught but a thrall
A mind held by primal deed
A second voice,
A second mind
How powerful must I be?
To understand all that I see
A perfect shade of blueA perfect shade of blue5 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
A Perfect Shade of Blue
The wispy clouds in the sky – a perfect shade of blue – appear to be floating on the face of the glassy water as my eyes sink a few inches below the surface. The night’s stars are blurred by the ripples of my pin drop into the water.
These stars were blurred even before I had submerged myself, when I was on my buckled knees and gripping the cool, pebbled sand. I was distraught, shivering, and tearing the sequins off of the ghostly, white dress that my mother had crafted for this formal night. My long, dark hair fell past my eyes as I trembled, unable to bridle the shaking, and strands stuck to the ho
InfectionLost within my own mind.Infection5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
How is it that I cannot seem to decipher my own thoughts?
My mind is infected.
Does it help?
Does it help to hate?
Does it help to want to be alone?
The heart is pounding.
Stay away. For I don't want to hurt you as well.
I want you, but I don't want to witness the end.
Can we stay in this moment?
Freeze this moment in time...
...Keep me near your heart...
Allow me to infect you as well.
I must be dreaming.
Your tender touch...
...soft skin...
I'm not used to this.
Wake me.
...Don't wake me.
I've never felt a love like this.
Just one more time.
Tell me one more time.
Let the walls build themselve
RisingOpen up the curtain, quick.Rising5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I am a puppet, no mind of my own.
Tug on my strings, make me look silly.
You make the audience giggle and laugh as I make a fool of myself.
Is there no end?
Fallen.
Pick me back up with my thin strings.
I am your puppet.
Wouldn't have it any other way.
Just your puppet.
Its all I'll ever be.
I hope to dream...
But those dreams never come to me.
Put me away into my case or toss me to the floor.
Grasp another puppet to take the light.
Now my time seems so short.
Slowly gathering dust.
Write my heart out in it.
Rip it out.
Change it into music.
No feelings.
Melodies run through my mind.
Slowly lo
CatharsisCatharsisCatharsis5 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
ca·thar·sis – n - a purification or purgation that brings about spiritual renewal or release from tension
“You’re such a whore,” the girl said to her lab partner; her overly shiny hair whipped around her face as she made frantic gestures, trying to assemble a balloon-propelled rocket.
Versa snickered. Instead of doing an experiment to compute the amount of oxygen or carbon dioxide in the Physics classroom, she had many times proposed calculating the amount of idiocy instead. She could guarantee that
If You Think This Is About YouSometimes I’ll laughIf You Think This Is About You5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
And you start it again
Changing my mood and making the world spin
Around me
I can almost feel her there
Making it hard for me to share
My feelings
Dealing with it is difficult
To keep my mouth closed
Don’t wanna be the envious one
But broken hearts don’t mend
I guess broken hearts a trend
Started by you
Thanks for that
I hate following fads
If I’m on this train to split chest
Than I’ll hop off to a lonely death
Rather than listen to her name
And what she says
I wouldn’t say dead is better
But a little under the weather
Like cancer
I’d dance for her, right on her d
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Captured and CagedForget your churchesCaptured and Caged5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
They are cages of God
That capture only humans
The mind and heart
Separate, but forced under one roof
To love unconditionally
And to worship one God
But what of the free spirited?
What of the soulless?
The inhuman?
Are they left to die?
For after death, there must be something better
Right?
Or wrong.
The free spirited
Wanting only to live their life
Not the life prescribed for them
By some dusty book
The soulless
Filled with sorrow
Why?
Because God hasn't shown them
Anything else.
The inhuman
Convinced of their own ways
Rebellious against teachings of an old preacher
Because they have nothing els
Lust, pain, HATESomething’s wrong.Lust, pain, HATE5 years ago in Horror More Like This
I can smell blood but, instead of feeling a rush, excited…I feel panic. Like the blood I smell was spilled on purpose…like the fear of the victim still lingers in the air. I can’t help but follow it, curiosity thundering through me, driving me on as always.
I’m a surprising distance from the back street I eventually find myself in, the scent’s stronger now, mixed in with the steam billowing from the back of a near by restaurant and the smell of the giant bins on either side of the pathway.
There’s something ominous in the air, the blood now is so strong I can almost hear it calling to
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