If you are able to gather a hidden item within the earth called The Orb Of Nexus and able to travel 100,000,000,000,000 miles into space , there will be 4 planets in a circle , each is 100,000,000,000,000 miles high. Get between the middel of them and rip open your body. Then replace your heart quickly with the orb. Then , shortly after you replace it , a hand made from all the elements combined will rip open a small rip in space. It will be about 500 miles high and 1 mile wide. Suddenely , a staircase below your feet will appear for you to go walk up to the rip and your stomach will seal up and all your blood will be refilled. Then walk up there and enter the rip. The hand will then make a staircase for you to walk to the end of the exit of the rip. The staircase to the exit is 100,000,000,000,000 miles long , but you will feel like you are racing towards it at 1000 miles per hour. In about 3 minutes you will reach the end. Now , place your heart in the exit rip and you will be able t
The Vampire and His Servant I The Vampire and his ServantThe Vampire and His Servant I7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
As I fall on the withered ground,
I stare up at the darkening sky,
Tears pouring from my pleading eyes.
I want to be free from this hell
Light footsteps sound, stepping toward me.
I turn my head, slowly, the fear sending chills down my spine
Making my heart cold.
He walks towards me, his graceful legs carrying him closer.
His long black hair whips against his pale face
As a sudden wind makes contact with his slender body
As he reaches me, he kneels down in front of my crumbled body.
I flinch visibly and turn my head a
The Vampire and His Servant VI PLEASE READ THE FIRST PARTS BEFORE YOU READ THIS ONE!!!The Vampire and His Servant VI7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
The Vampire and His Servant VI
I stood there, horrified.
I couldnt move
I felt myself start to shake
I didnt know what was going to happen to me
Was he going to kill me too?
He saw me
His head turned to me,
His eyes glowing a shimmering silver.
He didnt know that I was there.
He took a sharp intake of breath and looked horrified that I had seen him.
I couldnt take it any
GoreYou look at me like I am a monster...you're right.Gore7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I will slit your throat when you least expect it.
Since I'm such a nice guy, I'll let you choose where you want your kidneys to end.
Being a serial killer is quite possibly the best thing that has ever happened to me.
The Vampire and his Servant IV PLEASE READ THE FIRST PARTS BEFORE YOU READ THIS ONE!!!The Vampire and his Servant IV7 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
The Vampire and His Servant IV
All is quiet
I can hear my relaxed breathing in my own ears
My eyes open and see blurriness.
I blink a few times and everything comes into focus.
I am lying in a bed in a dark room with the curtains drawn back.
Youre awake? I hear his voice speak to me.
I turn my head to see him standing next t
The Vampire and His Servant 8 The Vampire and His Servant VIIIThe Vampire and His Servant 87 years ago in Other More Like This
PLEASE READ THE FIRST SEVEN PARTS BEFORE YOU READ THIS ONE!!!
I felt his lips touch my neck.
They were so cold
He held them there for a long moment.
Mira Are you afraid?
His voice was a whisper.
Yes I was afraid
But there was something deep inside me,
That was telling
The stormCartilage-smooth azure extendsThe storm6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
above bent heads.
Furrows s t r e t c h b e y o
the edge n
The Vampire and his Servant 9 The Vampire and His Servant IXThe Vampire and his Servant 96 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
PLEASE READ THE FIRST EIGHT PARTS BEFORE YOU READ THIS ONE!!!
Darkness took me over
I couldnt feel my body at all.
It was like I was in a separate mind than my own.
I couldnt see anything either.
I saw a light far ahead of me.
For some reason, I was afraid
I Think I Might Sleep TodayI Think I Might Sleep Today9 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
The sea is rough stirred with tea spoons
Dishes swim in kitchen made dreams,
Crossing the land hooked onto a washing line.
The landscape is dirty linen, clothes and sheets
Being washed, ironed and folded out again and again,
A little rain never hurt no-one.
Words are flames in a cooker
Spread out like a jigsaw table cloth,
Staring into tealeaves and seeds
Creased and scattered into the breeze.
My only friends
Kitchen appliances speak to me,
As I escape dodging around empty seats
Curled around the tip of a fork.
Dishes swim in kitchen made dreams
Crossing the land hooked onto a washing line,
Words are flames.
Kitchen appliances speak to me
A little rain never hurt no-one,
This bleeding heart sneezed out of his nose
His better than anything I can prepare.
Touching The FloorWords are power, she said.Touching The Floor8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Dont ever let them take it from you.
Grief is your sanity, she said.
Dont be afraid
To let your tears fall.
Silence is reality, she said.
Dont ever let them touch the quiet in you.
Safety is a dream, she said.
Dont wake up
Keep going back to sleep.
come together, fall apart.i miss the way your eyes matched the sky perfectly,come together, fall apart.7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
and in the centers they had little eclipsed suns of their own,
and i miss how my hand felt so secure in yours,
as if holding your fought off all the badness the world had to offer
i miss how the things you said were never what you meant,
they way "i can't sleep," really meant "i need you."
but I'm still not sure if I miss you
and you were always beatiful in the most sublte way
like how the moon could outshine the enitre sky of stars,
and the way tiny flowers grow between graves
and how one little kiss can make the emptiness fade
you always asked me what you reminded me of,
and i always told you dreams
and you never asked why,
but it was because sometimes you left me happy
and sometimes you left me sobbing
and somtimes you'd leav
Stages of a DreamStages in a series of seven mirrors faded.Stages of a Dream7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Stages in another now smashed.
Stages in a series of seven mirrors arcane.
Stages in the mirror inverted, inside out mocking.
Stages in the final mirror black, reflecting lies nevermore.
Like so many fall leaves,
their colors chasing down the winter.
Sinking, struggling with binds never ending
as the darkness grows heavier.
A pyramid of seven pendulums, six lost.
The last now but a child's toy,
opening worlds in between the margin of sleep.
A cacophony of intensities scream of the circle broken.
Laughing was the worm god.
My hatred now conquered.
My eyes fill with a galaxy of stars exploding.
False is now true they tried to say to me.
I but laughed, as I walked away from my cage of tears.
And into the light I walked on forever.
Towards the face of the real.
'Alphabetical'Another moment stills in my mind.'Alphabetical'6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Because of these restrictions, I can't be myself.
Curious, how my fingers began to ache.
Disturbing, how my heart seems to slow.
Even though I've held myself back,
Forgetting you just proves to be impossible.
Granted, I was never one to believe it,
However I always hoped for the truth.
In between our hearts lives these broken,
Kindness has no meaning in this place.
Listen to them my darling, our heartbeats are not one.
Must you turn your head away?
Not listening, refusing to hear,
Open your eyes, for once in your life,
Perhaps if you do, something might change between us two.
Quaint, these little uneven heartbeats I feel,
Recapture them, and press them to your chest.
Silently they start to fade, the beats lost beneath the flesh.
Tomorrow will see the end of it?
Us. Lost to the clouds, us, alone, seeking searching, searching alone.
Vengeance is ours if we just rip them out.
Without them we wont fade,
X ray them, before you throw them awa
walk on.you said good-byewalk on.6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
fourteen times but i've
convinced myself each
one was a lie and now
you're breaking my
fingers, trying to loosen
my grip. you don't
realize it's the other
you've got a hold on me.
SunshineDrench the rays of the sun in carosineSunshine6 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
I want to see the moon tonight
the carnival of ash.If in time of flowers there should come a waltzing hour whenthe carnival of ash.9 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
a watercolor caravan breaks through a grove of charcoal trees and from the boughs you see some tiny wizened fingers flash the secret skies a sign at morning,
then take care to bend the sunbeams, shush the bed springs, dust me from the dirty corner, sweep my bones, cajole my feet, for the king has called off melancholy.
It's a carnival of ash.
If in time of needles you are dancing with black beetles and you hear a velvet beating from the heart within the ground
get away from torpid thinking pay no mind to time or cost
move your mouth to sound the call
this is the carnival of ash.
Hear the wicked little nettles pine for places in processions. Here the mandarin orange doctors scrape lapels and scrub their noses. They sell potions disproportioned with a disease for every cure, and little more, their pockets lined with plastic, for that bit you buy but never see, so equable and agreeable they are. Here too mu
the push more than the fall.he never looks into my eyes as he says, "sometimes i wonder what's going on behind those eyes. sometimes i wonder what you're so lost in.."the push more than the fall.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
and i fell like screaming, "you. you are my every thought, breath, blink, and pitter-patter of my damaged heart strings. i think and i remember and i think of you some more. i keep hoping that if i think of you enough my mind will run out of thoughts and my heart will stop beating for you, and beat for me again. i keep hoping you'll become nothing more than a short-lived memory that would be over-looked if i blinked at the wrong time. but that never happens an i just get pull back into the whirlpool of broken memories and heart pieces and i'm sorry, i'm so fucking sorry but i can't let go of your life-jacket just yet."
but instead i tell you, "behind my eyes my brain is flipping all the upside down images my eyes picks up right side up, making them work again and showing me the beauty in every-day, even when i don't want to see it. and i'm swimming
i believe in yesterday. Insomnia grips my mind. My body is fatigued, begging for a chance to slip away, but my brain is restless with thoughts of you and the monster you have become in my dreams. The blues eyes that used to bring me so much happiness have closed their doors and are replaced with red slits and your soft, safe hands have become claws that rip me apart from the inside out. You terrorize the happy thoughts attempting to reside within me when ever I close my eyes. So I don't.i believe in yesterday.7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
They say silence is pure, but silence is decieving. I find my self practising dialog night after night in my mind, filling your unspoken peices with what I want to hear until the words I know you will soon say are driven far away. But they always come back. Always.
In the early hours when tomorrow becomes today , when my mind banishes sleep form my body, I find my self longing for yesterday, and wishing August lasted longer than thirty-o
OilThe human body is a perfect reconstruction of divine heresy.Oil7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
Souls come and go, but transcendence will always reign supreme.
Water can purify my mind as much as blood can purify my thoughts.
The image in my reflection has devil horns...funny how life has grown kind to me.
i wish you all the worst.i.i wish you all the worst.7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
and you always talk about the past
and the "good times" and the "old times"
and "remember when.."
and i'm begining to wonder if
i'll ever be more than
just a memory
sometimes i pretend i never knew you
i scribbled the lies out of my head
and i pretend you were never here, so you never left
but i can't bring myself to pretend
that i never loved you
you laid out all the reasons
that you were wrong for me,
but you never realized that they
were all the same reasons why
i ever wanted you.
Eyes of the WolfEyes of the Wolf7 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
And in her eyes, blue as the Earth, a heavenly multitude, singing in an endless spiral of blinding light. As I stared deep into those predatory eyes all knowing, causing me to begin fading, blurred, no imaginary lines constricting abstract form, non-linear function.
I could not avert my gaze, so full of stars were they, as I fell upon the entirety of the Universe in but a moment frozen. Rendered unto dust, this being of illusion, chained, but once upon a time, free...
Falling forever, though in a fixed point, only to be carried away by winds blowing not from the north, But instead from that spirit of fire, as her flames dance without remorse upon this whisper frozen, upon an essence of embers undying, from the spirit of the wolf in bondage. Fettered in shackles never locked, that shade in lament, that spirit which is me.
artificial facality.my name is lissa spelled with two s's and a heart above the iartificial facality.6 years ago in Other More Like This
and my eyes are milky blue oceans with sharp edges and i'm drowning the one sprinkle of brown
i inherited from my mum in my ocean.
[i think the fact that something inside of me is sinking is beautiful. is that a bad thing?]
my skin is ivory colored and fragile and my nose is freckled with the sun's foot marks
and i have broken blood vessels in all the places you kissed me and you can hide yourself in the purple shadows under my eyes
and i have 103 moles. i counted.
my fingers aren't double jointed and i don't have a hitchhike thumb, but i can crack them and make chalk on the inside of my skin. my nails grow fast and are prickly enough to leave a small mark but never as much as damage as you left on me.
my hands like to curl around small things until they're boiling in their own body heat but most of all, they liked to hold your hand.
my feet are no different from yours but my toes are each islands themselves, and not just li
synonyms.dear you,synonyms.7 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
you told me is love is a lie. it's not real and it never will be. you told me you could believe in a lie, and that i should stop trying. but you never told me who the liar was
(I'm beginning to think it's you.)
dear person you were,
i never did find out where you went. maybe you're on top of a mountain with the wind screaming in your ears or maybe you're on the beach with waves licking your toes or maybe
It was a rape scene.He knows I'm afraid of being betrayedIt was a rape scene.7 years ago in Surrealism More Like This
as you serenade me with heart killing grenades
It's something I can not evade
don't want my feelings to be outweighed
Afraid of getting started when I know
what has happened is departed
but what you did was nothing but cold-hearted
Forever keeping secrets of what you've done
The sun doesn't shine where I stand but at least
I never told a soul
I'm losing control, my body's got a death hold.
It's tearing at my skin and making my mind unfold.
My life's spiraling down a black hole
I can't think straight and my body's all numb
still can't believe how you've changed and what you've become
You're nothing but scum,
A crumb to the cake, a piece of dirt, worthless.
Just confess, take this stress off of our chests.
The only problem is I'm the one who looks like a mess.
You're the one who made me think every guy was no good,
My brain misunderstood but I can't get the right thought back
I'm off track, losing the beat, my song will never be complete
I want your