-Orison--Orison-11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Let there be everlasting light
and as the breath left
her body she was bathed
in warm sunlight
filtering through the
golden canopy above.
Let there be eternal music
and was met with the
fluttering of the butterflies,
the gentle whispering
of the summer breeze and
the melody of a hummingbird.
Let there be enduring peace
and before her very eyes
vines grew up over the trees
without competition, then
a ladybug sat beside her
without fear of being crushed.
Let there be unearthly beauty
and beside her bare feet sat
an exquisite and precious gift –
a pretty child with laughing
eyes and long golden hair…
as the dusty pink gown
swirled around slender legs
and her bare toes danced
through the trickling stream,
she finally understood.
Wings spread, eyes open,
looking upwards as the
flowers fell she knew
she was truly blessed in
the simple joys of life…
sweet dreams, sweetheart..sweet dreams, sweetheart..10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
The sun has drawn its curtains,
the stars dance in the sky,
as butterflies kiss your sweet forehead,
I sing this lullaby.
The wind sighs in careless breezes,
and flowers fade away,
rest on feather pillows,
watch white sheets turn to grey.
Please rest well my lover,
I pray this slumber will not end,
as I'll tiptoe through the hallway,
and fuck your hot best friend.
Bullies.....Are like Bananas.Bullies..2 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
They hang around in bunches.
They associate with other bunches and grow into bigger bunches.
But when one banana gets pulled from the stem of the bunch and become isolated,
They have noone to look to now,
They have been abandoned.
You can't say shit about and bully any insecure individual now can you.
Think your so tough now?
Look around you.
...Whos laughing now.
trust my lies.trust my lies.11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I see dark. I see light.
I see everything in sight.
Fields of ice, drifting snow,
No one plays and keeps their soul.
Come to me. Trust my lies.
Believe my words and not your eyes.
I will twist, your poor soul.
Draining you's my final goal.
Take the gun. Spin the wheel.
Eventually to me you'll kneel.
I am bliss. I am pain.
I will bathe you in my reign.
Shards of glass. Splintered steel.
Far to late to see I'm real.
Gone to far. Slipping down.
You've broken through and now you'll drown.
Cry for help. Beg and plead.
Only I have what you need.
Try to run. Try to hide.
I'm the thorn that's in your side.
Road you choose. Bloodied stone.
You find yourself in the end alone.
Icy hands, steal your eyes.
A perfect end, an addict.
ImagineImagine11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Imagine, if you can, the line,
That's separating "Yours" from "Mine."
The rose, the blood, the heart divine,
That's set in ice, cut crystalline.
Imagine, if you will, the pain,
That's separating "Loss" from "Gain."
Vampiric demon, she is lain,
Yet beauty, lovers, will remain.
Imagine, if you could, the guide,
That's separating "Loved" from "Lied."
And as you watched her, she still cried,
The kiss of death; her victim died.
Imagine, if you would, the speed,
That's separating "Haste" from "Heed."
The lies of life this girl must lead,
The blood that she must take to feed.
Imagine, if you may, all this:
From devil's love to demon's kiss.
A mortal life this girl will miss,
To have, instead, Vampiric bliss.
Pawprints Ch. 1I landed abruptly, but not painfully. Kind of like going down a flight of stairs and thinking there's another stair when you get to the bottom. After my heart stopped racing, I looked around to get my bearings. I was standing in front of what seemed to be an awfully large log cabin; no, not a cabin, a manor. It was made entirely out of logs (oak, possibly?), save for the roof, which was of normal grey shingles. Windows were splattered randomly about the sides of the house. I could see fine curtains hanging from the inside.Pawprints Ch. 19 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
My first thought was What a grand house. My second: Where the heck am I? I remembered the man in grey. He had snapped his fingers, and all of a sudden I was flying through the air. Then I was here, in front of this house. Had he taken me through a portal to another world? I had read about such things, but never dreamed it possible.
"No," said a voice behind me. I jumped and swung around, my heart racing again. I saw a woman dressed in a gray business su
se fuese fue10 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Altered as the vista comes near before departing.
Light cascading, conscious of the night runs through
windowshades and shutters made of wood.
Se fue to red sky tired eyes on sunrise wake
'cross the orb.
Skylines formed from moonlight, crushed glass and a
peaks-mind, pushing through horizons of grass.
Ego brought to knees-light, minds-eye lulled to passerby,
brightened by the palette and the dye.
Here is the flattened man, who walks past flaming sword in
pennance for women-scorned left forlorn in mockery of loyalty
Face turned to west-land, never reaching now-gone babylon.
Escóndame en el rincón mientras yo me pudro.
Pushing pulling lying past the gates
Walking across the thirsty desert, sitting 'neath the bush,
listening like child mourned for foolish idiocy.
Like son whose father beats him for effeminancy, he hides it
'till he bears th
dAgnarokdAgnarok10 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
The Twilight of the Admins
by Jay Richard
After hanging from a spear thrown into the devianTree for nine nights, I have obtained the knowledge of how the dAsphere shall come to pass. Gather around me as I nurse my wound and drink copious amounts of ale and I will tell you of what I have seen....
The Eternal Winter of the Forums
Two great warriors shall by chance meet on the plain of battle known as the Thumbshare Forum. They are champions of the same vein, the hit-and-fade barbarians called Smart Alecs, but they are solitary and fight for no one but themselves. A thumbnail of a Philosopher's illustration will bring the first salvo. One Smart Alec enjoys the piece in a cynical manner; the other Smart Alec seeks its prompt but humorous annihilation with a one-line Zinger of Doom, a +3 attack using 2d12.
A witticism will be fired, followed by a mighty retaliation. Lo, it will escalate and a maelstrom of Smart Alecs will blossom, growing in number b
FUCK CNNFUCK CNN11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
I\'m sitting here at the computer, minding my own business. Talking to friends, trying to ignore the horrible pounding in my head brought on by a combination of two days deprivation from caffeine (I\'m an addict, no joke), 7 hours uninterrupted reading, and some fucks outside in their crap car pumping Eminem louder than he deserves through speakers who deserve better anyway. Swear to god, if they go back out there and start up that car again without turning it down, I\'m slashing their fucking tires. Anyway.
I\'m innocently surfing, and what bookmark do I click on? CNN. I\'m not proud of it. Next thing I know, I\'m looking at their front page... and I see what you see here. (Minus the Osbournes link already having been visited; I can safely say nobody in my family gave a shit.) I already had the idea for posting this, and more importantly, posting this little rant, so I decided to go through the links up top (Front Page stuff, you know) to see what was so stressingly important. Aye? Jo
05.04.2905.04.2910 years ago in Typographical More Like This
If I told you
you—anymore — Maybe
I never did
I wonder if you would survey
me with those
yet have I been unpromising:
I Wrote This For YouI Wrote This For You5 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
I Wrote This For You, It's Sweet, Loving, and Caring... Just Like You
I'm the reflection in your eyes
The warmth on your lips
and the flutter in your heart
I'm the air you breath
The light you see
and the voice you crave
A passionate kiss
and a breath taking touch
Gives your body such a rush
Hand in hand
Heart to heart
We shouldn't be apart
Can you see me
Can you hear me
Better yet, can you feel me
Will you be my lasting moment
Not another painful memory
You're the greatest feeling
Setup in the perfect moment
You bring it soft and slow
This is what we want
It's what we need
Just you and me
True love we'll help each other see
Our hearts we're stealing
We're something we'll never regret
shutup...letdownwind sifted through my fingers,shutup...letdown6 years ago in Other More Like This
and liquid soap
that contained my compulsive obsessions.
lingering smoke could
never reach you, only the faint scent
of my cologne.
i shut the windows up.
no more words that
bridged two cities. they never were.
i could still hear
those hollow sounds drift from your lips.
at times, i'll admit i was calmed.
i tried voicing what you would have said, but
nothing here seemed less empty.
i turned outwards
only because there wasn't room for me here.
but i can't see you.
i glanced at the phone sitting
still by my side, i couldn't stop.
i cleared my call history, leaving only
your name on the list.
i could convince myself that
between you and me
were all we've ever been a part of.
no one else mattered.
i don't matter.
i was jealous of your purity...so
hollow, so empty,
so shallow, so naive.
you've never felt
anything worthwhile, so
you never learned to believe
that something so lasting could leave.
but you asked me to
The CordContentsThe Cord9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I. "Tomato Stew"
II. "conversation with the neighbour"
III. "Man in No.3"
V. "On the Road (part one)"
VI. "On the Road (part two)"
VII. "On the Road (part three)"
VIII. "untitled document"
IX. "Motel Room"
X. "Hospital again (insecticide)"
XI. "The Separation"
XII. "Before the Law (timber wolf)"
XIII. "conversation with the mother"
XIV. "another document"
I. Tomato Stew
she's crying away in that little room of hers, what does she want now? leave the
wooden spoon resting on the pot bubbling away limping down the corridor the
screaming grows from a muffle into hi-fi eardrum perforation. she looks helpless
in her confines but I know the stew is going to overflow. tomato stew ambles beyond
lipped edges, rush to the stove turn down the heat, bubbles exhumed with a hiss
leaving chaos on the floor ceiling table drawers cutlery statue chairs and the sink.
but she won't stop the antichrist screaming, i'm late for work and the flo
not usnot us11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
not us (bar blah blah, christmas 1999.)
frame by frame in stilled sepia, we watched them roll up one after another,
spilling in off the street cheered unreasonably. seasonal delirium
drawn in by the warm, easy evening lights, and the complimentary house whites -
and the close-shaven bleach-teethed boys, sharply suited in similar mirror-imagery,
slickened and endeavouring to exchange cards and fashionably blueprinted exploits.
deep ugliness obscured by embossed lettering and expensive watches.
fondling the serving girls with immaculate hands - a hand on the arm, a paw on the thigh,
drunkenly gathering courage from your numbers as the room swelled and thickened,
dark with innuendo, dark with unsatisfied desires.
your pretty wife is expectant at home, patiently waiting, worried,
fluttering, holding out nervously for another tale of
how you were late christmas shopping or how you had a late meeting at the office,
while you smirked easily over the top of your drink at the blonde tizzied pin
NORMANSCRISMUSNORMANSCRISMUS11 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
am i mising sumthing?
how did this awl begin
wat duz this holedae
never mined look at all tha presants
a seeson of desepshon
of plesent lys
so cute wen we fule children
wat hapens wen thay find owt tha truth?
wat is tha truth?
never mined look at all tha presants
look at tha presants
stand in aw of tha presants
its all abowt tha presants
you no its sumthing deaper
pretend you no wat it meens
or just enjoy yur presents
and eet turkey or ham
watever you eet evry yeer this tym
and i well call you nayber
and ride yur slay
wen the nite is silent a baby is born
that duznt cry wen thare ar lowd sownds
and sheperds bring presants too
becawse He is speshal
who pepol well always argyoo abowt
Hindu CowHindu Cow11 years ago in Humor More Like This
"The cow is a successful animal. Also he is quadrupud, and because he is female, he give milk,but will do so when he is got child.He is same like God,sacred to Hindus and useful to man.But he has got four legs together. Two are forward and two are afterwards.
His motion is slow only because he is of asitudinious species. Also his other motion is much useful to trees, plants as well as making flat cakes in hand and drying in the sun. Cow is the only animal that extricates his feeding after eating.
His only attacking and defending organ is the horn, specially so when he is got child. This is done by knowing his head whereby he causes the weapons to be paralleled to the ground of the earth and instantly proceed with great velocity forwards."
That's how a would be IAS officer has described the Indian cow. Our beloved Indian cow. Holy cow, Hindu cow, Gau Mata, Dugdh Devi, Purveyor of the Dung in the words of Salman Rushdie, Phantom (short for phantom shitter) in mine.
Is there an ani
come and drown with meMy back aches where she sits on it. She adjusts her legs, her bare thighs scraping against my hips, and her knees release a sickened crack. She tugs on her bathing suit with one hand and tangles the other inside my head, pressing down. She cups her fingers and holds my hair and keeps me there.come and drown with me6 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
The back of my throat stings of chlorine and her skin. I open and close my mouth, a guppy fish who does not understand the water. I can feel the bones of her hands, skinny, dinosaur hands, pummeling through into the uncomfortable red flesh at the back of my head. I can feel every aching, distorted bone inside my body. If I could, I would release myself of them, and let my bones lay in her dead yellow grass and bake in the sun while she sits on me, keeps my head down, and I am just a pile of red, irritable skin. Every time I open my mouth, I gulp, swallow, inhale. I try.
She moves herself up higher on my back, and my legs kick out, uselessly smacking themselves against the bottom of her inflatable
addictionaddiction11 years ago in General More Like This
have you ever been an addict. and im not talking
about the hey-i-like-to-do-this-alot type of addict.
im talking about the
type of addict. im an addict. ive never blown anyone
to get it. i dont think i would. but i havent been
given the opportunity to either. the reason i say 'i
dont think i would' is because i like to pretend that
i still have something thats mine. dignity, pride,
standards. but i know i would easily toss those away
just to get it. i know because i have. so all i
really have is it. for one hour. for two hours. for
fifteen minutes or however long it last. however long
i can afford it to last. ill be high for fifteen
minutes if thats all i can get.
im an addict. i dont get high just to get high. i
get high just to get my mind off getting high for a
few hours. after a fix im good for eight hours.
maybe. then the last of my previous highs memory
cells dry up and i want. need. how ca
Pawprints PrologueThe man standing in front of me had not smiled since he came in the house. Nor had I. Would you, if the briefcase in the man's left hand had the words "Secret Government Program" on it?Pawprints Prologue9 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
He wore an all grey three-piece suit, and monogrammed socks that probably cost more than what my dad made in a week. His tie was grey also, though maybe in a bit darker shade. Graying (and possibly thinning) hair adorned his head; his skin missed gray by a few tones. And the name "Rocky Stone" was embroidered on his jacket in black letters.
After entering the house he set his briefcase down on the kitchen table with a loud 'thump'. He opened it and withdrew a few papers, looking them over for a few moments before turning to me.
"Lawson? Miss Spirit Lawson? Simply known as 'Spirit' to the Internet community?"
"Yes?" I answered, wondering how in hell he found that information.
He looked me over as though he were a dog show judge examining a particularly well-groomed breed. I squirmed uncomfortably under h
Three MinutesThree MinutesThree Minutes8 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
So what if I am.
She didn't like considering the possibilities of pregnancy. It was a surreal state of being reserved for women in their middle twenties to early thirties (she was twenty-three, but this didn't matter). It was for the adult world, which she was separate from and had always been separate from. It seemed like schools and television went out of their way to extend youth, so why couldn't biology as well?
I could get an abortion.
She sat on the side of the bathtub and stared at her fingertips while she waited. The test was balanced on the edge of the sink. Just a little piece of plastic with a damp, now yellow-tinged stub jutting out of one end, harmless-looking and generic. She'd never been afraid of anything else so much in her life, except for maybe talking to her parents. She was pretty scared of that too. The clock on the bathroom wall ticked methodically every secon