LookingLooking11 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
LOOKING WHERE I DAREN'T, SEEING WHAT I MUST
At least everything had been cleared out of the room by then.
All the forensic equipment and the evidence markers and the yellow tape, all the police and the government agents and the reporters—oh, the reporters and the endless questions they'd asked about everything in the room.
The room was silent, now, a dead chamber full of books and curiosities, statuary and bricabrac. Full of things but completely devoid of sound, of movement, of life.
The lighting remained the same, the colours, the textures, the smells. The lamps still glowed, the soft blue light still diffused from the huge tank of water that dominated one wall. The windows still admitted muted sunlight, the kind you found in old bookstores and antique shops. A warmth remained there, but it was distant, the warmth of something that had sat in the sun and had only just been brought into darkness. The scent of old things, the scent of time and dust and books, of wisdom
Inaction and ReactionInaction and Reaction11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
This demon's taken control of me
I curse myself and my incapability
I wish, I hope, to go back to the day
When I didn't care about it, either way
Why are my thoughts so out of place?
Mayhap it's someone else with my face
Punish me, now, for I spit and I curse
It feels so bad, and I want it to be worse
I look for a way out of all this
Shadows hide me, my courage I miss
I see it there, my eyes it will haunt
I look for the moment when I can taunt
It looks away for a moment or three
I wait for too long, cannot get free
It holds me
It molds me
It makes me
It takes me
Possession is nine-tenths, don't you see?
Depression is deep and wont let me be
Regression perhaps is the way, but
Dispassion makes all those doors shut
Displacement causes me to sit and stare
Abasement is the punishment that I share
Chastisement is something I have heard
God Is DeadGod Is Dead11 years ago in Humor More Like This
God's robes flapped around him as he looked over the edge and onto the street below.
"Don't do it! Don't do it!" cried the security guard behind him.
God said nothing, climbing onto the raised edge of the building. Five storeys below, people were beginning to take notice.
"Jesus Christ! Look!
"Oh my god!"
"Where's my camera?"
He turned and faced the security guard, who stopped walking and gazed upon the face of God. He'd been crying.
"But... why? You've got so much to live for..."
God gave a wan smile. "So have all of you."
He spread his arms wide, closed his eyes and breathed a deep sigh, falling back and off the building.
* * *
A crowd was gathering around the black, sticky mess that remained of What-Once-Was Our Lord.
"Is he dead?"
"Who is it?"
"Where's my camera?"
The bystander effect was operating at maximum efficiency, causing everyone to just stand there and looked at the mangled remains. Presently, however, a fine upstan
I'm SorryI'm Sorry9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
today I accidentally
killed your ladybug
tangled in my mess of hair
onto my shoulder
not thinking I grabbed
for the tickle and
with a fingetip
on her round
and I watched her fade
the land of the cookie cuttersthe land of the cookie cutters11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
Welcome to the land of the cookie cutters, where we all look the same, talk the same, dress the same, think the same...or do we?
We are all blond and blue eyed. Or we are all brunette and green eyed. Whatever we are, we are all the same.
We fit into nice, tidy little boxes. You, yes you, the one with the strange music. You are a PUNK. And you, yes you, the one with the good grades. You are a PREP. And you, yes you, the one with the baggy jeans. You are a SKATER. And you, yes you, what are you?
If you don't fit in, if you don't belong, you have no purpose. No where to go, nothing to become. You will ultimately be alone in the dollhouse. There is no mold for you to fit into. You didn't arrive like us. You were born out of creative blood.
There is no room for creativity in the land of the cookie cutters. Anything different, original, and gasp unique must be extinguished at birth, or very shortly after. If you think outside the box, o
Song of the Lynched LiberalSong of the Lynched Liberal11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Our presidents were once the kind
To try and use their clever minds.
Alas this organ is so neglected
And cowboy boots and hat are affected.
Never mind lying lies or moronic agenda
I need gas for my SUV; I'll never buy a Honda.
The demmies are all perverts and eggheads to boot
We'll line them up and then the grand ol' NRA will shoot.
Hilary and Mr. Gore got A's in all their classes
Smart will never get us far; I bet they once wore glasses.
We need a leader tough and strong
Who knows that books are moral wrong
And would never follow dark temptation
Into recycling and conservation.
This is where liberals went wrong
They trusted people to get along
And to go for civil rights and maybe welfare
Not obstruct voting and then kill health care.
But there's more at stake than gays and abortion
"Liberal lies" are but a conservative distortion.
The world hates you, me, and Mr. Bush too.
For Fallujah and what Lynndie England do.
I swear I'm a patriot, it's just that I'm the kind
To believe in libert
Suicide PactSuicide Pact10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Sorry, I had to delete this deviation due to personal reasons.
Thank you for all your comments, they are very much appreciated!
The RapeThe Rape11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Death's mother was a little girl
Found hiding by the tire swing.
The nanny said her name was Pearl,
Watching the child who said nothing.
Found hiding by the tire swing,
She saw herself on that night's news.
Watching the child who said nothing,
The world focused on every bruise.
She saw herself on that night's news
As her womb came alive with a sudden start.
The world focused on every bruise.
It ignored the skip-stop of her frightened heart.
As her womb came alive with a sudden start,
She ran from the room with widened eyes.
It ignored the skip-stop of her frightened heart,
Regardless of her smaller size.
She ran from the room with widened eyes.
The nanny said her name was Pearl.
Regardless of her smaller size,
Death's mother was a little girl.
GoodbyeEveryone's got to say goodbye and it's harder than it seemsGoodbye11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
I don't like to feel my heart is ripping at the seams
Though I know that I would break if I stayed in love with you
I know that now from the past and all the sh*t you put me through
Tell me you love me just to break me once again
I was always there, as your lover, or your friend
And I know that I still miss you, but I'll never break my mask
My eyes of painted silver and my heart of shattered glass
For I'm no fallen angel, yet I'm no mortal in disguise
You can't see the tears of blood that rage behind my eyes
I like that this is Bitter, and that is scarcely even sweet
I'm not about to lie straight down and admit to my defeat
For you think that you know me, and that I'll break with one kind word
Don't believe all the rumors that you chose to have misheard
So maybe I am moving on, and maybe I'm growing wings
Unlocking of a silver door and an exchange of Celtic rings
I may not be as strong as before or as pretty as I could be
No Such Thing As MiraclesReachNo Such Thing As Miracles9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
A little bit farther
Keep this gentleness
Hold your pride
Close to your beating heart
And you can't be completely
No, not yet
Its not your time
Stop making all of these
A little bit
A little bit
Even when no one else
Like its not
Its part of the deal
Let yourself be
Its only human
This is nothing new
A little bit
You're still human
And reach for the things
You could never touch before
With your own two
Hands and hold on
Until your fingers
Bleed, hold on
Until you're broken and
Until there's nothing left
To hold on to
If you feel yourself
Afraid of these
And wrapped up
In the shadows of your
Let the fire overwhelm you
Like your heart is
Faith in miracles
Is so much less
Than what is most
demaestrodemaestro12 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Two holes formed
where the old
had given way centuries ago,
yet the air's foulness possessed a fresh pungency.
As the fumes reached the nostrils,
his mind reeled in nausea's ecstasy.
He stumbled onto a light bulb
Its leprous eye gargled
in hollow loom;
while he bled sweat,
the shriveled walls
A redwood anonymously laughed
through what once was a window.
With two stitched-on buttons I gaped back.
At one point the deadness of noise was realized.
Its rotting corpse made his ears cry in thirst.
I searched the doorway for his shadow,
patiently straining to hear
rattle like bone on wood.
Perhaps he knew I had tumbled here,
dancing with the uninvited guest.
A cloaked partner, the shadow;
That I had grappled with the knife
finding itself gnawing at my spine,
scratching initials into my lower vertebrae
like twelve thousand feasting maggots
chaotically writhing in a garden of flesh.
He must have found me,
for his flee, th
Sweet Tooth...so then Cid had me collate some papers and dial a phone call to Edea. Now that shes restoring the orphanage for the kids under five who cant go to Garden yet, she has been working with the White SeeD and Cid hasnt had the chance to see her. He missed her so much and when I asked him why he didnt call her before asking me today, he told me he didnt know how to use that new cell phone Quistis bought for him! Isnt that funny, Squall?Sweet Tooth8 years ago in Fan Fiction More Like This
Rinoa typed a little more and paused when she hadnt heard some form of response. ...Squall?
Turning in her chair slightly, the young sorceress glanced back at her knight from where she sat at his desk. As commander of Garden, hed been allotted a large room to himself, which was going to be made into a large suite, according to Xu and Cid, and both of whom had made Rinoa promise to keep it a secret. Still, Squall was practically engulfed by the couch cushions with his arms spread out an
One LifeOne Life9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
I can hear it now
The rain upon my window
Something inside me
Answers to it's call
How long have I stood here
Watching the world go by
Never really understanding
What it meant to be alive
It's a funny thing, life
Full of mysteries and mazes
Branching roads, but no signs
Endless skies, but no wings
Sometimes, I lay awake and wonder
What does it all really mean?
Are we destined for greatness,
Or just for nothingness?
One life to live
So many paths
Which is the right one?
And how many are wrong...
Will we ever figure it out?
Or do we die still wondering
What is life meant to be
And how do I live it?
Put one foot in front
Smile up at the sun
Dance wildly in the rain
And leave nothing to chance
When Black Holes Open Up...When Black Holes Open Up...11 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
My heart is broken… it has a hole in it that can never be healed… help me love again…
My brains is broken too… it projects false images of what I have and what I want… make me sane again…
My eyes are broken as well… so swollen are they, for they cannot see what I have caused, yet everything's so picture perfect… help me see again…
My ears are devastated beyond repair… because my music has made it so… teach me sign language…
My arms and legs, they have it worse… my legs can't stand, and my arms have no hands… help me create something beautiful…
On second thought, my hearts worst off… I forgot to mention it's much to small, to make anyone happy… help me make you happy…
One last thing, before I die, my lungs are black and shrunken… you stole all my air and tore me apart, thanks for all your help, here, take my heart…
ConfessSome may think that i might not breakConfess8 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
-but you've seen me broken before
And one too many times where i'm
at my worst and can't take anymore.
And if i could say i love you a thousand times
please don't make me take it back
(Please cause i can't take it back...)
And i'm sorry if it scares you to know i care
but can you honestly say
that you'd want it any other way?
You live to fix people up to there best
and still say what's the use
but i'd give up everything
if it meant i'd keep from losing you.
And you seem to think that you can take back
every word that is said by getting me to smile
so what makes you think it won't hurt if
you don't stick around for awhile.
And if i could (i could)
stop the hands of time forever
so we could be together
Cause there is no way in hell
I'll go through life without you
even if i could.
So how many words (words)
need to bleed through &
On ParabolaOn Parabola10 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
With subatomic subtlety settling on his brow,
he said 'Time's a broken arrow
that points from then to now.'
Once a grain, I entreated him
to stop this flow of sand,
'You're immersed in the irreversible
until, entropical, I land.'
In that glass all is hours,
the busted bucket and the spade,
and each collapsing castle
that our spilt ice cream made.
Since his hands are tide
we can all be shore,
when the sediment slides
there is no more.
- Human -- Human -12 years ago in Open More Like This
By Marius Budu
On broken dreams I kneel before you
Oh masters of the great beyond!
This night my shell grows weak once more,
And whispers of despair my soul unveils again.
My limbs have taken me as far as I could hope,
And no mortal desire has gone undone;
Yet echoes in the rain grow stronger now –
And it's their hopeful grins that hold me down.
I have denied this plastic world time and again
Indulging in the sweetest steps of this sin.
With fearful eyes I face this consequence today,
Not knowing where fate will guide me from here…
Among these souls I'm frozen in the grip of time,
Waiting for the release I hope will never come.
To no avail I search for meaning in these lands –
And all I find are ancient fragments of their gods…
This temple I have built is tainted with disdain.
Their minds' reflected pain is constantly flooding my brain,
And these unspoken dreams seem shallow now –
This shameful secret is making my heart come undone.
Breaking the limits of this sanity I have contr
To make you smileSad girlTo make you smile9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Why are you that way
What can I do
Could I send you a smile
I'll dress up as a clown
And tell you some jokes
I'll fall on a pie
And wear a red nose
If that doesn't do it
I'll sing you a song
One about finding love
One about finding joy
If you still aren't smiling
I'll dance you a jig
I'll be your court jester
I'll be your ballerina
If still you are sad
I'll give you my shoulder
I'll give you a hug
I'll lend you my ear
If after all this you cry still
Then my friend
I'll do the same
For your sadness breaks my heart
ForbiddenThe hatred of those around meForbidden9 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Because of how I choose to love
Shunned from family and friends
Just because I dare to be different
Funny how it's preached to do so
But when you do
Society demands you to mold to their idea of love
I suppose we all do supress secret feelings
In a desperate plea to fit in
A mediocre creation of my grey surrounding
No true definition of character and dreams
Well gone are those days
As I break this idea of what is expected to be "love"
And I choose to be who I am
Rather than struggle to live up to your ideals for me
As I remain heartbroken
I do apologize I broke the frame you so desparately hoped I'd fit in
But I must be me
Who I am
Fulfillment through DepravityFulfillment through Depravity11 years ago in Horror More Like This
They call me crazy. I beg to differ. I'm sentenced to die only for their lack of understanding. So, here I sit day after day in this cold, lonely, dark jail-cell. Fed once daily, I'm slowly thinning away, still filled with the lust of my chosen delicacy and the hatred that was bred upon me. I don't know how long I've been here or how long I'll stay. No windows to the outside world are present to accompany me, only one diminutive hole near the top of the door shining in a small beam of light through from the prison corridor. I've grown somewhat accustomed to this new lifestyle of mine however bleak it may be in comparison to the stirring existence of my past.
I was born on August 13, 1974, putting me now at slightly over fifty years old. My mother unfortunately died during labor, leaving my single father to raise me alone. My unstable father was traumatized b
The Importance of Being FrankThe Importance of Being Frank10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
The Importance Of Being Frank
At the end of this story, a Frenchman will be eaten by African driver ants.
* * *
Silvie closed the stall door behind her; she closed it timidly, with an empty expression on her face. Her hand shook. She paused for a moment, her mouth half open, her lip curled upward, and a frown on her forehead.
Then she walked over to the wash basins.
A fly buzzed between her and the mirror. She turned on the faucet, filled her cupped hands with water, and splashed it on her face. She looked at the stall's reflection in the mirror, closed her eyes, and slapped herself.
Let us slow down to take in the sights. At the exact moment Silvie's hand hits her cheek, everyth