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Red House- Part FiveRed House- Part Five4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Entering in a dream so sweet
Come the soft whisperings of
The patterings of tiny feet
Owned not by angels from above
But the nightmare that you fear to meet
~Mellissa~
Water was an interesting man to meet within my brother. But as strong as he had grown on the Parkes estate, Antony’s weakness pulled them both back into my arms. Now I had two playmates where one stood, and I couldn’t wait until they both returned with me to our home so that I could introduce this new member to the rest of our family. It took some persuasion to get both men away from Stone House, as Water had become quite fond of Miss Christienne, and Antony ha
it's all relativetellit's all relative4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
me
do you only need
the sun
you are building
to better see
what it
will burn
and
have you placed
these stars behind
glass
their gathering mass
unable to breathe
just beat
at the pane
misspelled
in your self
singing
please(d)
but not e-
nough a
backwards touch
begins to
make
and unmake and
make and
unmake
the dirt
through which you
crawl
and silently
scrawl
these secrets
tell me
tell me
tell me
tell me
do you mean it?
I Sing of You4 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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around a mouthful of coloraround a mouthful of color4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I'm still
trying
to capture
a beautiful
moment
caress & contain
a half-
fraction and
hold it
immerse
in that
immaculate
instant
unfolding
and not
just
keep it
to
myself
Bismarck by riveramericaBismarck by river4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
IS
beautiful
but people
live here
too
Red House- Part FourRed House- Part Four4 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Goes away
Gone away
Go away
Now
Leave me please
To myself
I don’t care
How
~Antony~
“Tell me about the scars on your chest,” the man in the shadows said quietly.
“You sound like a therapist,” I replied, my voice forced into such a calm that it shook.
“I have learned some things in the way of psychology,” the man nodded slowly. His hair was white, I could tell in the semi-darkness, it caught what little light there was. We sat in silence then, possibly staring at each other. I did stare towards him, but would not meet his eyes. “So the scars?” the he reminded me gently.
“What ab
sunday thoughtsyou are glowbraceletssunday thoughts4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and fireflies and oatmeal raisin cookies.
you are thunderstorms
and comic books and afternoons on the bleachers.
you are constellations
and crinkled denim and nights spent on the park bridge.
you are the best thing
i could ever hope for and i love you more than should be allowed.
for the underdogs 5 years ago in Visual & Found Poetry
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annie.annie paints the end of her erasers red, so every time she erases something, it reminds her she is made of mistakes.annie.4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and her mother would be proud, really.
annie has long fawn legs and can't remember the last time she actually drank a glass of water. the feeling of being dehydrated reminds her that she can in fact feel, and her father spends too much time away from home.
and her mother re-named herself "alone."
when she was six they found out she was dyslexic. her father told her she just couldn't see things right. annie went home and stared into the lamp light until her pupils dialated and tears ran down her fac
The Puppet Master....The puppet master came to townThe Puppet Master....7 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Again and again, again and again....
To gather her ragdolls and gather her clowns
again and again, again and again....
Happy faces on sad white clay,
tears roll down with smiles at bay.
The puppet master came to town
again and again, again and again....
To twist our hearts on thin line strings
again and again, again and again....
Making us face the challenges it brings
again and again, again and again....
She flicks her wrist to move our string,
We thrash about , Oh the pain it brings!
And still, i dance the wide eyed schemes
Again and again, again and again.
Zeus InformationZeus Information1 year ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
General Information
Name: Alolë Sidhauthien
(Has gone by Zeus since childhood)
Alias: Zeus
Age: 23, could be mentally older considerably
Date of birth: 1302 AE, Mouvelian Calendar
Race: Sylvari
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Straight
Current residence: Wandering Kryta with Faust and Melody- occasionally retiring at Melody's bookstore
Relationship status: In a relationship with Melody
Social status: Below average
Physical Appearance
Height: 6'1"
Weight: 187
Eye colour: Blue; flecks of gold bleed in from his "markings" on the edge of his right iris
Skin colour: White and faded greens
Distinguishing features:
-Gold Slvari root
Bumper CarsThoughts churning, moving within the walls of my mindBumper Cars2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Like bumper cars
Back and forth, back and forth
Jostled, tossed around, causing whiplash
Like bumper cars
Ferris wheels, candy corn, and cotton
Jostled, tossed around, causing whiplash
Sneaking out behind buildings
Ferris wheels, candy corn, and cotton
Speaking
Sneaking out behind buildings
Soft and sensual
Speaking
Soft and sensual
Hands running through hair
Kissing
Hands running through hair
Back and forth, back and forth
Kissing
Thoughts churning, moving within the walls of my mind
Clean Air is ImportantThere once was a cloud named WazuClean Air is Important2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
And floating was all he would do
He floated all night,
but woke with a fright,
As the sky was all filled with black goo
Burnout KidShe was a matchstick.Burnout Kid2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Her burnout becoming inevitable as she filled her system with toxins of fluids and gasses,
And I
Didn't understand
She smoked cigarette butts off dirty street corners,
Bringing rot to yellowed teeth as wisps blew out the other end.
And she was falling
And she was breaking
And this was burnout.
Because she needed so much more than a bed to come home to,
Late night phone calls coming off highs should've told me that.
I could hold her close
And comb fingers through sweaty knotted hair
Trying to will narcotics out the tips and pray for change,
But what would that do?
Because when I was little my mother once t
The ApologyI'm sorry I hurt you so badly.The Apology2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Many night's we spent together, late into the evening
Your arms around me, squeezing me tight,
As if I'd stay longer if you just held tight enough.
And when the time finally came, you begged me not to go.
You were a sobbing, pleading mess,
All doe-eyed and puffed.
Who could say no?
I left,
Feeling like I'd done something wrong.
And I lied often, to make you feel better.
I thought, surely, you would hate the truth,
Because I'm never sure of myself,
But you needed me to be.
I put on this façade of strength,
Became the hand you held for support:
Your rock, your anchor, your "everything",
L
our existence ceased too earlyour existence ceased too earlyour existence ceased too early2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
we left
ties cut and fingers crossed
friends but not friends
lovers but not lovers
you ended when i begun
proclaimed when i defamed,
inconsistency at its finest
i literally moved away
but returned with feelings
proclaimed as you explained
that i'd been finally shut out
our doors closed
but we parted too soon
awkward and collected
naive and delicate
we didn't experience what we should have experienced
you were blinded and i began to see
you deviated, i was permanent
standstills and eagerness
but we remain at an end
and then you left
and i stayed
and you experienced
and i did not and still
I love himI love him.I love him2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Eyebrows frame eyes in azure perfection.
Silver veins of liquid shimmer,
Blend through a sea of blue.
I could stare into those eyes for days, for months, for years.
His puffed red lips,
Cracked from biting, a nervous habit,
I'd kiss those lips.
Fingers dance nervously,
Tapping pencils,
Aware of the noise the action makes on hard surfaces.
An overwhelming sense of giddiness.
My brain humming with over stimulation,
Feeling warm all over,
Like electricity drifting over my skin,
This is obsession.
I follow him home,
Walking where he walked, seeing what fell under his gaze.
I create scenarios where we're together.
It poursIt's raining.It pours2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
Mud, grass and worms squish beneath my toes
Like the memories of what we had
Beneath my feet.
I hate you.
Hate the way you talk,
Hate the way you talk,
Hate the way you talk,
And the rain, it washes my feet clean,
But then the scrapes and the bruises that that walk left
They're still there.
Hate the way you walk,
Hate the way you walk,
Hate the way you walk,
I hate you.
Hate what you did.
And I'll move on to when the rain stops,
When the sky clears,
When the sun comes out.
But those scrapes leave scars, faint little lines like the spider's web.
Remnants, covered in dew.
And maybe, maybe it won't mean much.
Mommy, mommy"Mommy! Mommy!" There was a point in time where you would have clung to her skirts. They had been protective spills of fabric: safe, stronger than titanium. You hung on every word she said, "Angel, my love, my little man." And she'd rub her nose against yours, she'd tickle you to make you laugh until your sides hurt, and your face grew warm and red. She sang you songs of love in soft melodious tones. Songs to put you to sleep at night, "Hush little baby, don't you cry, mommy's gonna sing you a lullaby." Back and forth, she'd rock you, until your eyes drooped and your breathing slowed. You'd fall asleep, tucked into her lap.Mommy, mommy2 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
She called you "L
a story in reversethe enda story in reverse2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Cold are the hands that write this now,
circulation worn thin from the
scrape of pen against paper;
I shake in terror, rage, complacency,
indifference sought to destroy us both.
The first fight we've yet to resolve;
conversations hanging in the stale air,
swaying like a cold convict
in the executioner's noose,
to be cut down at a later date
before the skin rots and the stench
of unfulfilled promises and scathing words
pierces the air again. Fresh air,
but until the next criminal arrives.
The silent whine of anger and hatred;
The first night we have gone to bed angry.
the beginning
Pale skin stretched over brittle
Psychology Pt. IThe following is an audio recording log.Psychology Pt. I3 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Registered to: Iowa State Mental Hospital
CC Dr. Isabella R. Torres, MD
Dated: 4/21/11
Subject: Louis A. Rousseau
Notes: Subject has shown considerable improvement in mental stability and social conduct. Physically, all added attributes are taking well and show no signs of rejection. This audio log is not to be shared with any outside sources.
Dr. Isabella R. Torres, MD: This is my fourth meeting with patient 'Louis Rousseau,' formerly referred to as 'Eloise'. Behavioral counseling and talk therapy sessions have been ordered since the completion of patient's sex change surgery. The patient has r
Not All Bad - Part 2 When we finally got to our destination, Tobias had to wake me up. The sun was setting; we must have been travelling for hours. The first thing I saw when I opened my eyes was Tobias's grinning face.Not All Bad - Part 23 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
"We're here."
I groaned, sitting up and looking around. "And where, exactly, is 'here?'"
I had no idea where we were, but it was beautiful. It looked enough like a little cottage at first glance, but once I was paying attention I saw the gigantic tower protruding from it. It was stone, ancient and crumbling, covered in vines and moss. The roof was 'living'; it was made purely of moss and foliage at this point, with tiny white birds hopping
Not All Bad - Part 1 It took them hours to get me out of that damn building.Not All Bad - Part 13 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Let me give you one little piece of advice: never take a robot as your best friend. They're damn hard to get rid of once they latch on to you… But more importantly, the damages they can cause are simply exponential. Oh, sure, first they'll accidentally knock over a lamp or snap off a doorknob—no big deal, right?
Right.
However, next thing you know, you'll be driving with them down the road and they'll suddenly think it'll be a fun idea to fucking ram-raid an entire mile of backed-up cars during rush hour. Oh yes, flying through the air for over a minute and leaving a
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