Whole NumbersX and Y are meant to be,Whole Numbers2 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
As arithmetic has always shown.
But it's this that's made me wholly see
A formula before unknown.
Thus I struggle sorely to impute
Any form of logic to this love.
I cannot manage to compute
What this racing heart's indicative of.
To my dismay, I cannot derive,
Any sense to this new affection.
But it's this very confusion that keeps me alive,
Though I desperately fear a certain rejection.
By parenthesis, we're set apart,
Such a hopeless equation I long to pursue.
But I hope someday to hold your heart,
And I vow with conviction I'll factor through.
Whole numbers are what I once desired,
In such a sum I
The MoonThe moon is washed out,The Moon3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Bleached and dry
Like dead kisses and old flowers.
I used to sit here
And think about you.
You, so far away
With the moon between us
Wishing us luck.
Maybe the moon forgot about you,
Because when I look up,
I don't see the future.
I don't see children,
I don't see anything
But a big dead rock
In a big black sky.
Spriggler's AdventureSpriggler went on an adventure.Spriggler's Adventure4 years ago in Humor More Like This
He decided to go to the underwater kingdom of sea monkeys.
Jumping in the water, he noticed all sorts of wonderful things.
There were towering seaweeds, pretty jellyfish, impressive sea anemones.
Not to mention the most beautiful fish in the whole wide world.
Then Spriggler drowned.
It is in meI see it now,It is in me2 years ago in Settings More Like This
Clearly above me, encircling.
The demon is watching, and I am alone.
A forest I have wandered into, and the red eyes are glowing..
But why me, and not the rest?
I turn around, and I see...
They have all vanished.
I am alone and on my own once again.
The demon is lurking above me, the entangled trees, hiding His glowing eyes...
Cold shivers haunt me, I am walking quickly...
Leading myself into more confusion, lost as I could be..
But I hear something move!
I turn to my side to see,
and my friend I see,
He is limbless, his heart torn out and bleeding...
And my heart sinks, and I run..
Now blinded by the
Silver Cog - A Steam Punk PoemSilver CogSilver Cog - A Steam Punk Poem4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Steam Punk Poem
Hands so black and covered in grease
If I could find that precious piece
We'd fly this ship, they'd be amazed!
The sails set loose, the flag be raised.
When it's in place, we'll leave this fog.
If I could find that silver cog...
Fatal Slip - A Steam Punk PoemFatal SlipFatal Slip - A Steam Punk Poem4 months ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A Steam Punk Poem
The timbers blazed,
the ship's been razed.
The captain made one fatal slip.
The alarms made no sound
as we neared the ground.
And Fear held us in his grip.
They closed our eye
so they could hide.
And the console didn't blip.
The sky ran red
and we knew we were dead.
As the pirates boarded the ship.
I Love You, Pappy: Part 8, Before a StormI Love You, Pappy: Part 8, Before a Storm4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
It had been three days and, but for a few minor issues, things had actually been going well.
He'd talked to Mary about the Rabbit situation, and she'd taken the kids to her mother's place in Virginia, leaving him alone in the mansion with his problems. Now there he sat in one of the many studies in the Walter Mansion, reflecting on his progress thus far.
Keeping The Jon in the dark had not been an issue. Now that Peter III was here, if The Jon wasn't dragging his favorite human off on some adventure, they were down in the basement for hours at a time visiting HatchWorth, much of the time with Alex Reed in their company. This effectively kep
I Love You, Pappy: Part 4, HatchWorthI Love You, Pappy: Part 4, HatchWorth4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"HatchWorth?" called Peter II, knocking on the door to the vault.
He'd walked down to the basement, taking his time, preparing for what was to come. What are you going to do about this? Alex Reed had asked. He'd been talking about The Jon, but it had made Peter Walter II think of something else; what WAS he going to do? He was talented, yes, but he was not the inventor his father was. He'd never brought anything to life, created existence out of metal and gears. Once, he'd asked his father about the Blue Matter, the force that kept the mechanical creations alive, and his father had tried, truly tried to explain, but it might as well have bee
I Love You, Pappy: Part 3, The JonI Love You, Pappy: Part 3, The Jon4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"You and I need to have a little talk, Jon," said Peter, hoisting himself up on the bench next to his father's creation.
"I didn't do it," said The Jon, his eyes frantic and full of innocence. Peter sighed, closing his eyes for a moment; perhaps he shouldn't have started with The Jon. The golden bot wasn't stupid, so comprehension wouldn't be a problem; he was, however, fragile. It wasn't going to be easy.
"No, no one's in trouble, don't worry," said Peter. He took a deep breath, "It's about the Colonel –"
"What, Pappy? Oh yeah, how's he doin'?"
Peter II's heart froze. He looked down, forcing the lump in his throat to disperse. Fina
I Love You, Pappy: Part 1, Peter WalterI Love You, Pappy: Part 1, Peter Walter4 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Peter Walter II sighed as he slowly climbed up the winding stairs to the third floor of the Walter Mansion; it had not been an easy day.
His father, Colonel Peter A. Walter I, had died that morning after being confined to his bed for three days. Peter II had immediately turned off the Walter Wifi, but not before sending a message to the household:
"Everything is fine, stay where you are. I'll be there to explain in a moment."
He did not want the news spreading too fast. There were a lot of people (and robots) in the Walter Mansion these days. Though the country was still at war, the automatons had taken heavy damage after a year of combat;
Rabbit Chapter 2Chapter 2Rabbit Chapter 24 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Steve remained in the kitchen seated calmly even as Michael raced out the door to the aid of the robots. Steve tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows as he concentrated on listening. He returned to sipping his cocoa after he heard nothing that was too terribly alarming, probably just another minor repair he thought. Matt looked at the door way that Michael had left through so suddenly, "Shouldn't we go after him?" he asked. Steve set down his mug and leaned back in his chair nonchalantly, "It's probably nothing, sometimes the bots need repair, happens all the time, they are 116 years old after all." The Spine 's voice rumbled thro
Rabbit Chapter 3Chapter 3Rabbit Chapter 34 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The sound of the knock ricocheted through the hall, Matt held his breath unconsciously, unsure of what to expect when the door would open, if it would open. After what felt like hours the door opened. A man in a wooden mask, with what appeared to be a keyhole cut out of the center. He stood there in silence for a few moments. "Well?" The man asked him. "It must be something rather important to interrupt my work with blue matter." Peter shifted his weight on his walking stick examining Matt. "It might help if you're breathing." Matt hadn't realized that he wasn't breathing until that point. Matt was only able to utter a single word,
Rabbit Chapter 4Chapter 4Rabbit Chapter 44 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
The Spine was still singing when the rest walked in, he paused for a moment, giving them a nod to acknowledge that he knew they were there before continuing the song for Rabbit. Peter and Michael walked over to the bed, and began to remove the metal covering his chest. Rabbit was vaguely aware of their presence, but he was focused intently on his brother, he stared straight into the bright green of his brother's photo receptors.
When the song ended The Spine made a motion to get up to allow Michael and Peter more room to work. Rabbit grabbed The Spine's hand tightly, a dark tear slipped out and fell down onto his pillow, "Please….
Rabbit Chapter 9Chapter 9Rabbit Chapter 94 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
Later that day…
The Spine dug in his closet for a few minutes before producing s black chest with a silver lock. He fished in his pocket before finding the key to open the box smiling, all of his supplies were still there. It had been far too long since he had taken a night for himself. "Brianna?" he called out.
"Yes?" she called from the hall. She peeked her head around the door before spotting the black box. She smiled before grabbing The Spine's writs and the black box, and proceeded to the Hall or Wires.
Rabbit walked into the kitchen to see piles of sandwiches filling the room. Hatchworth was staring at one pile in particul
Rabbit Chapter 11Hours passed as Holly and The Spine talked. The more time he spent with her, the more that The Spine felt a connection to Holly. She was intelligent and unafraid to speak her mind with passion and conviction.Rabbit Chapter 114 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
As the night wore on, he realized she had one outstanding trait, she was stubborn. The Spine had only ever met one person as stubborn as her, and he had spent 116 years living with him.
The bar slowly began to empty as the night began to sweep into the early morning. Holly looked at her watch before fishing a pen out of her jacket pocket. "I had a great time talking to you tonight, and I'd love to stay longer, but I have a bus to catch
AloneAlone2 years ago in Concrete Poetry More Like This
Why am I hated?
Love is what I've awaited.
Sitting all alone, listening to others drone.
I always disappear, when others are near.
I've sometimes pleaded to just be needed ...
The Sickness of HomosexualityThe Sickness of HomosexualityThe Sickness of Homosexuality4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I will tell you what sickens me:
people pointing fingers and waving
like some sort of medieval mob
people throwing punches and kicking
already curled up on the sidewalk
people convinced that to be a queer is a crime,
that it is better to marry and divorce
and impregnate and abort
and to hate and spread disease
and to rape and beat
than for one person to love someone of the same s
Yaoi FangirlYaoi FangirlYaoi Fangirl6 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Oh, I'm a yaoi fangirl,
And my boyfriend has a lover,
I hug them and I squeeze them,
I and watch them kiss each other.
.... the rest is linked in the Artist's comments, thankees ^^
Nightmare: The Secret KeeperNightmare: The Secret Keeper10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Nightmare: The Secret Keeper
I know, I know; I've asked too much of you already
Up until today I've asked for what I don't deserve
I hope, I hope; you will always be able to put up with me
Because everyone else chooses to ignore my words
So please, please; I want you to take me, and hide me far away
I need you to do this for me; I never, ever want to be found again
Take my will, take my heart, take my tears, take my name
Take my life, take my soul, take my fear, take my pain
Pull me into you, and keep me close to your void of a heart, so I can lose myself
Hold me in your arms, and keep everything in your palms, I yearn t
Whispers of the MadWhispers of the Mad:Whispers of the Mad10 months ago in Free Verse More Like This
Your lips remain painted with the scars of torment
Carved so as to split with every word of speech
The glass that slices through your softened flesh
Bears the marking we know as 'Vinashuka'
And now he lies beneath the falling sand
Drowning in a world that is sinking away
Though his feet will seek the stability of ground
He finds himself caught by 'Vinashuka'
A disturbing word that rings hollow at best
For it carries the tone of a tainted solitude
A heart that has been corrupted by physical pain
Can only scream 'Vinashuka!'
How does a man know when he has gone insane?
To descend into a world where logic is na
Ottumwa ShamanIn Iowa, weeping willows dream ofOttumwa Shaman2 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Tigers, born in pagan fog, their
Coat of stripes singing shaman
Songs; shrill symphonies of grief.
Heaven tilts, crashes, and we race
The dirt to get away. We drink the
Earth with bullets of air and grow
Dizzy, light-headed from breathing
Some far off flame. Perhaps a poet
Who braved the fog of Ottumwa, and
Caught fire. Every cowboy has his
Six chances before high noon, before
The fog forms wispy jackals to take
Them home again. Every son inherits
An empty gun, six voids to fill with
Answers, skimmed and guessed from the
Covers of books their fathers used
To read. There is no other way.